” “No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. ‘Espéce de diable,’ she screamed. "Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. “I had a faint idea once that things were as you say they are, but the affair of the ring—of the unexpected ring—puzzled me. She was not a reversion to type, which intimates the primordial; she suggested rather the incarnation of some goddess of the South Seas. “Dear me,” she said, “I fancy you exaggerate my fame. Doesn’t matter a bit to me.
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