The girl was like some north-country woodland pool, penetrated by a single shaft of sunlight—beautifully clear in one spot and mysteriously obscured elsewhere. Besides, the sun had gone in and it looked like rain. She charged boldly into the space of Miss Miniver’s rhetorical pause. "Jack Sheppard's mother," answered the little girl, dejectedly; "she has brought a basket of eggs from Willesden, and some flowers for you. . A snarl contorted his features, and he marched up to it, laying his pistol down on the marquetry table so that his hands were free to grab the picture off the wall. I hate myself!” She collapsed to the floor, sobbing. She thought her niece very hard and very self-possessed and self-confident.
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