”
“We will,” said Miss Miniver, refusing to be suppressed, “if some of us have
to be killed to get it. She felt terribly modern,
even sporty as the magazines declared you should be. Ann Veronica was one of the
few young people—and one must have young people just as one must have
flowers—one could ask to a little gathering without the risk of a painful discord. Poor thing! how beautiful she looks! but how like
death!"
Deathlike, indeed, was the repose of the sleeper,—deathlike and deep. He answered with
the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen
no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. “You’ve got my view,” he said, after a pensive second. You do not believe me.
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