His expression became pained. Her mind turned to her own future, the endless trickle of years. “You must do more than think of it,” he urged. ” “I couldn’t do that,” said Ann Veronica, sharply. ” He meditated. " "You had better write them for me, Mr. 266 She peered up at him. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark. “Don’t!” she begged. He hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class, because of the look of the thing.
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