’ ‘I have no game. She crawled underneath the soft white sheets, reclining and pulling the blankets up to her chin. It wasn’t anything splendid, you know. The piece, in three movements, was short enough anyway. “I feared we might have a fog. And don’t tell me what you’ve been up to, dashing off to Remenham House with that Kimble lad, and Lord knows what besides, because I don’t want to know. But over against the world Miss Miniver assembled a small but energetic minority, the Children of Light—people she described as “being in the van,” or “altogether in the van,” about whom Ann Veronica’s mind was disposed to be more sceptical. A sense of loss was amongst us. . Chapter VIII “WHITE’S” Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse rapidly approaching its last days.
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