” “It’s all the same,” said Miss Miniver. " "We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord," observed an old oneeyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. “Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world. “But why is it preposterous?” asked Ann Veronica, and fiddled with a pipe on the mantel.
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