ToC After running to some distance down Seacoal Lane, Jack stopped to give a last look at the vehicle which was bearing away the remains of his beloved and illfated mother. She hesitated in answering the door, her violin still crooked underneath her chin. And for me there is only one treasure-house. “John! Welcome! Happy Thanksgiving!” Cathy cried, ushering him deeper into the house. But over against the world Miss Miniver assembled a small but energetic minority, the Children of Light—people she described as “being in the van,” or “altogether in the van,” about whom Ann Veronica’s mind was disposed to be more sceptical.
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