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“Anna,” he cried eagerly. A new restlessness seemed to have stolen in upon her. “How are you feeling?” She asked with grave concern
in her voice. I saw their boat swept away, and heard the
roar of the fall beneath the bridge; and no one, who was present, could doubt the
result. But over against the world Miss Miniver assembled a small but
energetic minority, the Children of Light—people she described as “being in the
van,” or “altogether in the van,” about whom Ann Veronica’s mind was disposed
to be more sceptical. To that,
perhaps, a large part of its satisfyingness was due. Ever since the young police
officer had arrived on her doorstep the clock had started
ticking faster. The news that his granddaughter desired an audience
Lord Charvill had greeted with merely a grunt, which turned into a roar as his
gorge rose when he heard that she was accompanied by her husband.
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