From the further end of the apartment came the low music of a violin. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men. The blast once more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam, scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent blacker than before. Her tone should have warned him, but he was too much in earnest to regard it.
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