“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. ‘Unless he is himself a man of substance. ’ Lucilla sat up. Why not? Quite willing. You know nothing of life, nothing of its dangers, nothing of its possibilities. In spite of God and wasps and her father, she had stolen plums; and once because of discovered misdeeds, and once because she had realized that her mother was dead, she had lain on her face in the unmown grass, beneath the elmtrees that came beyond the vegetables, and poured out her soul in weeping. A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. Tears flowed in rivulets down 121 her cheeks and she began to cry. The moment she entered the room and he rose, she felt that she was immediately consigned to the circle of strangers; and it emptied her heart of its joy and filled it with diffidence.
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