”
Even in the glamour of Miss Brett’s assurance it seemed to Ann Veronica that
this was, after all, no more than the gospel of Miss Miniver with a new set of
resonances. "You show more
consideration to the feelings of a hempen widow, than there is any need to show. His eyes were set too close
together. Are you going to write a novel?”
“Not I,” she answered gaily. You are afraid—that here in
London—I shall not be a success. So long as
matters remain as they are, and they found me, there would be no shame for
Ruth. "Where are you going?" cried Thames, who, though wholly disencumbered, was
scarcely able to keep up with him. Pramlay received them in the pretty chintz drawing-room, which opened
by French windows on the trim garden, with its croquet lawn, its tennis-net in
the middle distance, and its remote rose alley lined with smart dahlias and
flaming sunflowers. Something about the girl had suggested an
idea. She auditioned and got a summer job
teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for
children, catching the luckiest of breaks. Mr Jarvis’s sister, that was. Then her fingers moved. There was nothing left now of the selfassured, prosperous man of affairs.
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