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“I do not know. Now, I'll be getting along. One morning he caught her hand suddenly and kissed it. ”
“We will,” said Miss Miniver, refusing to be suppressed, “if some of us have
to be killed to get it. ‘Your mystery lady, I mean. There were the burnt papers
still in the grate. The metrical irregularity is intentional, because I want, as it were, to put you
apart: to change the lilt and the mood altogether when I speak of you. ’
They moved to the door, while the lady shrugged, and then seated herself,
glancing from the window into the street below, and then turning again to watch
them in their huddle at the other side of the library. . “There is my aunt,” she said. “You didn’t expect that I should kiss you?”
“How was I to know that a man would—would think it was possible—when
there was nothing—no love?”
“How did I know there wasn’t love?”
That silenced her for a moment. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away
with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. He was almost frightening in silhouette, his
hair uncontrollable under the best of circumstances, but
that changed when you saw his face.
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