. ‘I know that, miss. What has been the matter?” “Toothache,” he answered laconically. “I knew you would feel it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated. She found herself anxious to read more of him, and the next Wednesday she went to the British Museum and hunted first among the half-crown magazines for his essays and then through various scientific quarterlies for his research papers. She produced a handkerchief, and with one sweep of this and a simultaneous gulp had abolished her fit of weeping. Sometimes her straying mind would become astonishingly active—embroidering bright and decorative things that she could say to Capes; sometimes it passed into a state of passive acquiescence, into a radiant, formless, golden joy. She reminded him of his linnet, when he gave the bird the freedom of the house: it became filled with a wild gaiety which bordered on madness.
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