The kissing of the book
struck her as particularly odd, and then the policemen gave their evidence in
staccato jerks and stereotyped phrases. “You are the Sir John Ferringhall who has bought the Lyndmore estate, are you
not?” she remarked. "
"Ah, yes. “And besides,” said Ann Veronica, sweeping that aspect aside, “what could I
do? A boy sails out into a trade or profession. With an open hand, he slapped her face. . . She went about the familiar home with a clearer and clearer sense of inevitable
conclusions. And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and
out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square,
Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s
lodging. He seemed safe from
the sickness, having been surrounded by the dying, he
had witnessed the carnage up close and yet his health still
prevailed.
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