“You’re Glorious!” said Miss Miniver in tones of rapture, holding a hand in each of hers and peering up into Ann Veronica’s face. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. He filled his pipe slowly. Think! You could not have done it. " "No," cried the lady, "this room—I recollect—it has a back window. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. Anyhow, now you’ve begun it, there’s nothing to keep us in all this from being the best friends in the world. That really settles about that. I think that WAS decision.
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