There were moments when she doubted whether the whole mass of movements and societies and gatherings and talks was not simply one coherent spectacle of failure protecting itself from abjection by the glamour of its own assertions. It was wonderful. Taking hold of the hilt of his own foil, he drew it forth. “I was watching you at Morningside Park, dear,” said Miss Miniver. Ruth was at that stage where the absorption of facts is great, but where the mental digestion is not quite equal to the task. She would not be driven in by this persistent, sneaking aggression. ’ Lucilla Froxfield laughed gaily. The room was reeling, or was it that she was going to faint? She recovered herself with a supreme effort. “Yes,” said Ann Veronica, trying to think where they were, trying to get things plain again that had seemed plain enough in the quiet of the night.
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