She meditated long and carefully upon her letter to her father before she wrote it, and gravely and deliberately again before she despatched it. Perhaps she might never come back to that breakfast-room again. They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. She charged boldly into the space of Miss Miniver’s rhetorical pause. ” Courtlaw rose too. ‘But I’m hanged if I know why you find it so amusing. ” He strode away and vanished in the gathering fog.
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