” “DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice. At last she glanced at a little clock in the corner of the room, and sprang to her feet. . ‘To see Charvill. NOW it’s just as though you had grown up suddenly. “My sister,” she murmured, “is so independent. She could hear the bell tinkle as the horse shook its head. These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. He started a dozen stories, but they all ended in the waste-basket. " "Iss, missis," grinned the black.
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