"Yes, loves, Winny. It was all highly intriguing. “If I didn’t love you better than myself,” said Capes, “I wouldn’t fence like this with you. My wife—killed me. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. In some cases they were ground almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if discharged from a piece of ordnance. Capes was an exceptionally fair man of two or three-and-thirty, so ruddily blond that it was a mercy he had escaped light eyelashes, and with a minor but by no means contemptible reputation of his own. I have always been lonely. And you need not fear that I shall not give back the sword when I have finished using it.
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