Dear me, what a nuisance it is to have a pseudo husband shot down upon one from the skies. “You’re Glorious!” said Miss Miniver in tones of rapture, holding a hand in each of hers and peering up into Ann Veronica’s face. She had unaccountable gleams of sympathy with and liking for him. There is so little abandon, so little real joyousness. One can learn and understand only by personal experience, by actual contact with the realities of life. Took and ran away when she got herself with child. The sun was setting when she carried the metal garbage can to the curb with their remains in it, where they sat underneath the stale chocolate cake that Sheila had thrown away and a pile of mildewy lettuce.
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