” “But do you really think men’s minds are altered by the food they eat?” “I know it,” said Miss Miniver. Mrs. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at an armoury, in racks against the walls. Moving back to the corner again, she ran a hand back over the leather-bound books—which, she realised, were not books at all. Supposing I made up my mind to marry some one of good enough family, but who was in a somewhat doubtful position, concerning whose antecedents, in fact there was a certain amount of scandal. It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. The queer phase of the dream was this, she was at no time a woman; she was symbolical of something, and he followed to learn what this something was. “Dear friend,” she said, “this is a matter which you must leave to me to do as I think best.
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