He was a man who in all things classified without nuance, and for him there were in the matter of age just two feminine classes and no more—girls and women. “You are very kind,” she said hesitatingly, “but I don’t remember—I don’t think that I know you, do I?” “I am afraid that you do not,” he admitted, with a smile which he meant to be encouraging. ‘And I am delighted to see that you are ready to admit that the Charvills—or rather the Valades—are indeed your affair. ” “Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. I never let her read stories, or have pets, dolls. You know that.
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