They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. ” Well, it was beyond dispute that these words did convey a certain quality of the Movements in general amid which Miss Miniver disported herself. Her two sticks were bare and brown, her snugged canvas drab, her brasses dull, her anchor mottled with rust. Ah, but she could remember; and many things there were that she would never forgive. But the world didn’t do that. Oh, I know.
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