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“I suppose a girl MUST be underpaid and sweated,” said Ann Veronica. An admirable alternative presented itself and she sighed, spreading her hands. “Have some more port wine, sir?” “It’s a very sound wine,” said Mr. How she hated talking of the man who was responsible for her being brought into the world. 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. He, a Chinaman, troubling himself over Occidental ideas! With his hands in his sleeves, he proceeded on his way. See paragraph 1.
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