Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. “Go on!” “You know—in Paris they coupled my name with some one’s—an Englishman’s. "Won't you sit down?" "I beg your pardon! Come into the consultation office"; and the doctor led the way. "I understand," replied the stranger, unable to repress a smile. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. ” “She has chances?” he said, helping her out.
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