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. Except for one memorable school excursion to Paris, Ann Veronica had never yet been outside England. What isn’t a day-dream is this: that you and I are going to put an end to flummery—and go!” “Go!” said Ann Veronica, clenching her hands. On the floor, underneath the sixth row desks, was an ashtray with a small black dot of blood on its blunt round corner. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers. Ramage!” she cried, and struggled to her feet. That glove is still preserved.
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