“What else can happen?” asked Miss Miniver, with a little weak gesture at the
glow. My dress, my person will be minutely
described. But that
possibility had been anticipated. His face brightened at the sight of her, and he came
toward her. The next page
was a drawing that she had made in pen and ink of his
face, or what she had remembered of it. Her aunt arrived about halfpast ten, in black and with an unusually thick spotted veil. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws
cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to
bodily cleanliness. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure,
toppled over the ledge, and sank.
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