” “Mary, please don’t cry. ‘What in God’s name do you think you’re playing at?’ ‘Let me alone, man,’ Gerald muttered under his breath. ’ ‘Must we talk of it? I’m trying to forget it. Instead, she laughed, laughed with lips and eyes, laughed till the tears ran down her cheeks. " He bent his head to his knees. 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. It wouldn't do to say that she was from the hospital. Her mother had died when she was thirteen, her two much older sisters had married off—one submissively, one insubordinately; her two brothers had gone out into the world well ahead of her, and so she had made what she could of her father. “Marriage certificates don’t tell lies, at any rate,” he said.
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