He’s a prig to the finger-tips, is Sir John—doesn’t know what an artist is. With his black and gray hair, his gray-green eyes were a striking contrast and he looked even younger, as if he had been frozen at age thirty-three. The biological laboratory, perpetually viewing life as pairing and breeding and selection, and again pairing and breeding, seemed only a translated generalization of that assertion. John’s best friend’s parents were to be out of town again, he reported. ‘You mean that his missus is pretending to be my mistress? Lord-a-mercy!’ ‘Precisely. “Glorious! You’re so calm, dear, and so resolute, so serene! “It’s girls like you who will show them what We are,” said Miss Miniver; “girls whose spirits have not been broken!” Ann Veronica sunned herself a little in this warmth. She receded into the entryway, opening her palm and gesturing as if there were an imaginary red carpet rolled out for visitors.
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