Women never throw themselves into each other's arms; they calculate the distance and the damage perfectly. “She can’t. She lifted the sheet and gestured for him to join her. But do not awaken my apprehension, unless you have good cause for so doing. ” Ann Veronica sat with her chin on her hand, red-lit and saying little, and Miss Miniver discoursed. He uttered one word over and over, monotonously: "Fool! … Fool!" But invariably the touch of Ruth's hand quieted him, and his head would cease to roll from side to side. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. Can't I make you understand? Perhaps it sounds cruel to you; but we women often have to be cruel defensively.
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