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“The women are taking it up,” said Miss Miniver; “the women and the common people, all pressing forward, all roused. ” “Cooped up!” he cried. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. Places, I found, were daily given away, And yet no friendly gazette mentioned Gay. “You are too good for me,” she said in a low voice. Gosse backed, not even attempting to parry so unorthodox a use of the foil. His absence was thought by the charitable to be from grief. She looked at him gravely and squinted. “But Julian, we don’t even know each other!” She exclaimed. And I’m off to America, and if my steamer goes to the bottom of the Atlantic I’ll thank the Lord for it. She listened, listened intently for several minutes.
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