” “I did not come,” she faltered. ‘Lover’s tiff indeed. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. I was Annabel the rake, ‘Alcide’ of the music halls. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully.
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