"You've but a sorry lodging, Mrs. "
"Now for it," thought the woollen-draper, "I shall, at least, ascertain how the land
lies. ‘But this Englishwoman,’ asked the man Valade, his puzzlement plain to see,
‘who was she?’
The question irritated Charvill. We are
going to have this chap writing books one of these days. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's
eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. ”
Even in the glamour of Miss Brett’s assurance it seemed to Ann Veronica that
this was, after all, no more than the gospel of Miss Miniver with a new set of
resonances. She produced
from the depths of her pride the ugly investigatory note of the modern district
visitor. He was a
just man, and he did not care to start any thunder which was not based upon
fairness. Could she go through with it? She must. His age was not far from fifty.
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