He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann
Veronica. She caught her finger in the lock and had to ask him to
help pry it out. ”
“But do you really think men’s minds are altered by the food they eat?”
“I know it,” said Miss Miniver. I set myself to find employment. Supposing you fetch what you
can, and if you will allow me, I will see you off. From what she could tell, he truly had
convinced himself that he was in love with her, but she
knew that his ardor would fade eventually inasmuch as
she knew John’s would. "
The Jew snatched up the link, and followed him. If he adhered to this
policy—to keep away from her inconspicuously—she would forget the name by
night, and to-morrow even the bearer of it would sink below the level of
recollection. Just
this? Parbleu, did he think this was enough? She did not wish to marry him—at
least, not just because he was an Englishman. And—the idea of committees, of
hustings, of agenda-papers!”
“I don’t see why the responsibility of beauty should all be shifted on to the
women,” said Ann Veronica, suddenly remembering a part of Miss Miniver’s
discourse.
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