An Englishwoman. ‘What am I looking for?’ ‘A miniature. Blood and bone, body and spirit, she is selfish through and through. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. I am. And all the old—the old trick of shrinking up like a snail at a touch. The very facts that Miss Miniver never stated an argument clearly, that she was never embarrassed by a sense of self-contradiction, and had little more respect for consistency of statement than a washerwoman has for wisps of vapor, which made Ann Veronica critical and hostile at their first encounter in Morningside Park, became at last with constant association the secret of Miss Miniver’s growing influence. It was not only that her father had said all sorts of inconsistent and unreasonable things, but that by some incomprehensible infection she herself had replied in the same vein. “She has improved her style,” someone declared. ‘You wound me to the heart, Melusine. But to draw the attention of the milice, no, that is not at all desirable. And there was that dress of hers! She must be warned that she had been imposed upon. ” “I knew it,” Ennison exclaimed. "I shall be back presently," replied Thames, evasively.
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