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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. ‘And I’ll say it as often as I choose, you confounded impertinent wench! Who do you think you’re talking to? I’m your grandfather, girl. I think you will find that his story will be believed, whatever I say; and in any case, if he is going to stay on here, I shall have to go away. Whenever ecstasy— any kind of ecstasy—filled her heart to bursting, these physical expressions eased the pressure. It mattered not whether she flunked the year as she would soon be gone. Romance! The romance of passing faces, of wires that carried voices and words to the far ends of the world, of tremendous mechanisms that propelled ships and trains! And, oh the beautiful books! She swiftly knelt upon the floor and once more gathered the books to her heart. It was impulsive and natural. Nothing seemed to be amiss. "I'll fetch it. To receive him here afterwards would be most repugnant to me. Whenever they stepped from the chairs, he stepped down.
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