” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. I wonder, Ann Veronica, if, when our time comes, we shall be any wiser?” Ann Veronica watched a water-beetle fussing across the green depths. Sheppard, anxiously. It seemed to her that it was her duty to get up and clamor to go home to her room, to protest against his advances as an insult. Her heart was beating with quite unaccustomed vigour, her hands were hot, she was conscious of a warmth in her blood which the summer sunshine was scarcely responsible for.
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