It’s an engagement ring. And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square, Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s lodging. “No,” she said at last; “I’m a human being—not a timid female. Her clock had stopped—stopped at the very hour on which she had quitted the Mint! She had not the heart to wind it up again. “I hope you realize,” he went on, in a lower and less assured tone, “that I am in earnest—very much in earnest. But Jonathan was not to be deterred. I've opened the case of books. Was it a week ago? No, perhaps more. ’ ‘I could have done so at the first and saved you the pain,’ she told him merrily. They looked out over the city, grim and silent now, for it was long past midnight. It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. “Why won’t you sleep in my bed tonight, Lucia, where 80 it’s warm?” He asked her one night, teasing but mournful, as she stood in her bedroom doorway in a long white gown.
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