“Fearful old fogey! I can’t imagine any sister of yours putting up with him for a moment. It was eleven o'clock. She was sick of herself, of her life, of everything but him; and for him all her masked and hidden being was crying out. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. Her mind went on generalizing. “Perhaps,” she said, “it is the London climate.
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