Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. “I had found her at last, and she shot me. ’ The couple on the sofa stared at her blankly. Ann Veronica pushed aside a tea-cup and the vestiges of her strawberries and cream, and put her elbows before her on the table.
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