Ennison had
disappeared. He smiled complacently. I never met your sister in Paris,
but I heard about her more than once. I'd like to be alone now. Sara Darnell was a sprightly, svelte twenty-five year old
who was known for serving detentions at meter maid
frequency, if only to be taken marginally more seriously
by the predominantly male Lincoln High Science
Department. “Will he die?” she asked. There were two school-mistresses, one of whom—Miss Klegg—might have
been a first cousin to Miss Miniver, she had so many Miniver traits; there was a
preoccupied girl whose name Ann Veronica never learned, but who worked
remarkably well; and Miss Garvice, who began by attracting her very greatly—
she moved so beautifully—and ended by giving her the impression that moving
beautifully was the beginning and end of her being. She had asked about that already, and her father had replied, evasively: “We’ll
have to see about that, little Vee; we’ll have to see about that. 1. I need hardly say that your aunt joins with me very heartily in this request. Then she shrugged. ”
She looked down on him thoughtfully, and he let his admiration of her free
young poise show in his face. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it.
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