She was drawn first by Miss Miniver, and then by her own natural interest, into a curious stratum of people who are busied with dreams of world progress, of great and fundamental changes, of a New Age that is to replace all the stresses and disorders of contemporary life. Books! She knew now what had saved her—her mother's hand, reaching down from heaven, had set the giver's flaming eyes upon the covers of these books. “She told you that?” “Yes. Here was an experienced man of the world, her friend, who evidently took a great interest in this supreme topic and was willing to give her the benefit of his experiences! Why should not she be at her ease with him? Why should not she know things? It is hard enough anyhow for a human being to learn, she decided, but it is a dozen times more difficult than it need be because of all this locking of the lips and thoughts. \"You're a shoo in. It’s a sort of home-leaving instinct. And we won’t make it so. Hurry. "Heaven be praised, I am not the son of a nobleman. It was as if her aesthetic sense had become inflamed. Following her lead, he fortified himself with a swallow of the excellent Madeira before responding. Since Jack has left us, what does it matter whether he's pleased or not?" At this moment, a whistle was heard. “I have a letter for him from his brother, which I was just leaving.
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