She needed to protect the baby. She had suddenly become as the jewels of the Madonna, as the idol's eye, infinitely beyond his reach, sacred. 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. Gone were the old days where an old maid banged on an upright piano above a roaring crowd, this sound was loud enough to be heard outside the building, she thought to herself as her eardrums throbbed. ” A bureaucratic three hours later, the paperwork was finished. Here I am as an alternative either to nasty work—or going home.
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