” “Then, by God!” he said, “you’ll be locked up!” Ann Veronica was disconcerted for a moment. For she and this old lady became at once friends. We LIKED each other well enough. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. I want you. She disengaged her hands and stood up. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. He appeared to be a stranger to the prisoner, and the sole motive of his visit, curiosity.
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