" "My poor son!" groaned the widow, sinking backwards. ” He said happily. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men. She threw out a hand to stop herself from cannoning into them and, losing balance, tripped over her own petticoats and fell to the carpeted floor, her hat falling off as she did so. It is very bad.
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