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Books were always sliding and slipping, clumsy objects to hold. ” “DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice. Her depression since the “accident” had possessed her, she no longer cared how she looked as her beauty helped her not. It’s the rarest luck, the wildest, most impossible accident.
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