She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark. She felt his whole mind sounding in ecstasy. She could tell that they too would find their legs jutting awkwardly from the petite furniture. Indignation carried her through that night, that men and the world could so entreat her. I can’t imagine Londoners—particularly interested in me. It is a precaution merely.
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