She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork. Earles glanced at it, and his eyes flashed with anger. The Wastrel did not relish this. And through it all, like a golden thread on a piece of tapestry, weaving in and out of the patterns, the unspoken longing for love. Girls screamed in chorus. There was now a girl in the picture, so it seemed. And Miss Miniver began to sway her.
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