As she talked, the drift and significance of what she was saying shaped itself slowly to Ann Veronica’s apprehension. Her husband was prouder of her every day. ” “We will,” said Miss Miniver, refusing to be suppressed, “if some of us have to be killed to get it. Her curiosity was insatiable, her dreams filled with happy speculation over what hair color her babies would inherit. The dusky obscurity of the room was twice welcome. If only this man had been her father! The world would have meant nothing; the island would have been wide enough. Anna glanced into her sister’s face, and rose to her feet. You have been to me like a mother, not only a wetnurse.
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