The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. ” He threw open the door of the sitting-room and switched on the electric light. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. His clothes were smartly pressed, his linen white, his jaws cleanly shaven; but the day would come when he would grow indifferent to bodily cleanliness. ” “You meant to say ‘morbid’. He was tender with her as he had not been in years. Practically all. \"I'm not hungry either, I'm still worked up from that game. ” “How delightful!” exclaimed Anna.
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