In the adjacent apartment Ann Veronica found a middle-aged woman with a tired face under the tired hat she wore, sitting at a desk opening letters while a dusky, untidy girl of eight-or nine-and-twenty hammered industriously at a typewriter. ‘Oh, I do love a flatterer. Sure, I lose one occasionally—if he stays in New York. ” 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. That was the only sound he heard. “My only answer would be to ask you to look at that mirror and then at the poster.
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