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behaving as if everything was infinitely matter-of-fact, what could he do? And
just then Heaven sent old Manningtree—I didn’t tell you before of the fortunate
intervention of Manningtree, did I? He was looking quite infernally
distinguished, with a wide crimson ribbon across him—what IS a wide crimson
ribbon? Some sort of knight, I suppose. You take them. CHAPTER XIV. “Idiotic, isn’t it?”
“Absolutely,” she agreed coldly. You're rich. But in the train going home her aunt reasoned it out. Miss Miniver looked out on the world through large emotional
blue eyes that were further magnified by the glasses she wore, and her nose was
pinched and pink, and her mouth was whimsically petulant. With a strong tendency to satire, but without a particle of malice or ill-nature in
its display. Mrs.
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