“You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. I spent many happy days there. ” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. "You have killed him," cried Winifred in alarm. The flowers upon the mantel-shelf were withered and drooping—she had gathered them. The lady's name's engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. She laughed softly, and leaned across the table. And Miss Miniver began to sway her.
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