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. “And I’m not happy. The man who staggers, whose face is flushed, whose attitude is either noisily friendly or truculent, has some chance; liquor bends him eventually. What had happened to it? She had broken it, certainly. There was the world besides, looming darker and larger. ‘Lucky I have you to keep me from Bedlam, then. I do like to see old friends back here. She rapped again, louder.
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