" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. He took Diane out. It was a reputation by no means deserved. For this three weeks had been the hardest of her life. She sank upon her knees and unbuttoned his coat. Frequently he would take up a box of talc and send a shower down his back, or fill his palms with the powder and rub his face and arms and hands. His glance swept up again and found her staring at him with much of her usual defiance, if a touch less of her customary assurance. She heard the bamboo curtain rattle slightly. Once a week, every Saturday, they had a little gathering from nine till the small hours, just talk and perhaps reading aloud and fruitarian refreshments—chestnut sandwiches buttered with nut tose, and so forth—and lemonade and unfermented wine; and to one of these symposia Miss Miniver after a good deal of preliminary solicitude, conducted Ann Veronica.
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