He looked at her in some embarrassment. Once a week, every
Saturday, they had a little gathering from nine till the small hours, just talk and
perhaps reading aloud and fruitarian refreshments—chestnut sandwiches
buttered with nut tose, and so forth—and lemonade and unfermented wine; and
to one of these symposia Miss Miniver after a good deal of preliminary
solicitude, conducted Ann Veronica. Good-bye aunt. And when you reflect how much at heart your poor mother, whose
loss we must ever deplore, had our union, you will, I am persuaded, no longer
refuse me. Once I banged on the door so hard I split it in
two. Wait a second. She twanged the
catgut under her fingers. “I regret that you should ever have proposed it,” he went on. Mama will be expecting me.
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