272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. She played “Happy Birthday” for John, after which they plied her with a dozen requests. “By-the-bye,” he said, presently, “your sister was married to old Ferringhall the other day, wasn’t she? I saw the notice in the papers. Furious shouting, and the thunder of running feet. I've a child here whom I wish to convey across the water without loss of time. And Miss Miniver began to sway her. But he.
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