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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. It was so difficult to put precisely. She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth. I think it inadvisable—I don’t want an intimacy to spring up between you and a man of that type. She donned her fuzzy slippers and traipsed downstairs, the welcoming smell of coffee beckoning her, the sound of Looney Toons music barely audible from the television set.
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