“I heard the other day that she’d been taken in by some cad of a fellow who was cutting a great dash in Paris, personating Meysey Hill, the great railway man. He had not considered this aspect of the business. It begins with that queer piccolo solo. “Annabel!” she exclaimed. His arms slipped around her waist as they were on the doorstep and he kissed her lips sweetly. Kneebone, are these your French noblemen?" "Don't upbraid me!" rejoined the woollen-draper. The very facts that Miss Miniver never stated an argument clearly, that she was never embarrassed by a sense of self-contradiction, and had little more respect for consistency of statement than a washerwoman has for wisps of vapor, which made Ann Veronica critical and hostile at their first encounter in Morningside Park, became at last with constant association the secret of Miss Miniver’s growing influence. As if he read her thought, he spoke it aloud. “Veronica!” cried Miss Stanley, warningly, and, “Peter!” For a moment they seemed on the verge of an altogether desperate scuffle. He had deliberately saved it for last.
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