There was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. Wood the carpenter. Shortly to be executed. Below was an uninspiring street, a thoroughfare of boarding-houses and apartments. He was never drunk in the accepted meaning of the word; rather he walked in a kind of stupefaction. I wouldn't accept my life from him. It’s a sort of blacklegging to want to have a life of one’s own. 14, Dexter Street, Westminster, she found was not a house but a yard in an obscure street, with big gates and the name of Podgers & Carlo, Carriers and Furniture Removers, thereon. It depresses one, you know. Very central in Miss Miniver’s universe were the Goopes.
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