It was now a quarter past twelve. A home MAY be a sort of cage, but still—it’s a home. ’ She ended on a note of sheer frustration, clenched fists beating the air. I certainly didn’t mean to kiss you. You will survive, mark my words. \"I saw you walking down the street with someone, Lucy. “Not at all. She was drawn first by Miss Miniver, and then by her own natural interest, into a curious stratum of people who are busied with dreams of world progress, of great and fundamental changes, of a New Age that is to replace all the stresses and disorders of contemporary life. ” John said to Lucy.
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