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” “But do you really think men’s minds are altered by the food they eat?” “I know it,” said Miss Miniver. He was in evening dress: swallow-tailed coat and white tie. I went off to round up his wife. He passed, and came loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face. There was first the Avenue, which ran in a consciously elegant curve from the railway station into an undeveloped wilderness of agriculture, with big, yellow brick villas on either side, and then there was the pavement, the little clump of shops about the postoffice, and under the railway arch was a congestion of workmen’s dwellings. Those awful chairs!" After dinner the spinsters proceeded to inscribe their accustomed quota of postcards, and Ruth was left to herself.
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