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. The beach: to get there as quickly as he could, to reach the white man's nadir of
abasement and gather the promise of that soothing indifference which comes
with the final disintegration of the fibres of conscience. She always dawdled, so it was easy. It’s
too bad that you can’t date two guys at once. That is, if Spurlock had been
throwing money about, which was more than likely. She longed to enjoy human food as he
did. “I hope that whatever your plans may be, you will give me the
opportunity of seeing something of you now and then. In the old days he had been
something of an athlete—a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. Why did he take me?’
Martha’s damp eyes were puzzled. ‘For once, you’re talking like a sensible
man.
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