There were two school-mistresses, one of whom—Miss Klegg—might have
been a first cousin to Miss Miniver, she had so many Miniver traits; there was a
preoccupied girl whose name Ann Veronica never learned, but who worked
remarkably well; and Miss Garvice, who began by attracting her very greatly—
she moved so beautifully—and ended by giving her the impression that moving
beautifully was the beginning and end of her being. “I’d chuck this lark right off if I were you, Vee,” he said. He
reached out a hand gropingly, sagged, and toppled out of the chair to the floor,
where he lay very still. We were to have breakfast there and return in the evening. Of the vast mass of these impressions Ann Veronica could make nothing at the
time; there they were—Fact! She stored them away in a mind naturally retentive,
as a squirrel stores away nuts, for further digestion. Except that this music we have
been swimming in is divine. He was a little impressed by Ann
Veronica’s metaphor of the string, which, indeed, she owed to Hetty Widgett. Of this I'm certain,
however, she was much too good for him, and was never meant to be a
journeyman carpenter's wife, still less what is she now.
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