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He's an interpretative genius, if
there ever was one. She had removed her hat and utterly disarranged her already unruly
black locks by running agitated fingers through them. “Forgive me,” he said, “but I want to hear it from your sister. You have not forgotten——”
“I have forgotten nothing?” he answered, enigmatically. Again he rushed. The very facts that Miss Miniver never stated an argument clearly, that she
was never embarrassed by a sense of self-contradiction, and had little more
respect for consistency of statement than a washerwoman has for wisps of vapor,
which made Ann Veronica critical and hostile at their first encounter in
Morningside Park, became at last with constant association the secret of Miss
Miniver’s growing influence. I wouldn't accept my life
from him. I never had even a real doll," she added, as she snuggled the
flea-bitten head to her heart. You were dying and your baby along with you. His statement was treated with derision.
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