And all the talk of the Miniver people and the Widgett people seemed always to be like a ship in adverse weather on the lee shore of love. 207 She romanced a dark-haired farmer a few times, having long since forgotten his name. " Nothing on land or water was spared by the remorseless gale. I decline to waste a single second even in considering the ugly ones. What CAN she put before that?” His voice began to rise. Even there a woman never gets a fair chance. She returned to these latter, and at the back of her mind, as she looked them over again, was a very distinct resolve to quote them after the manner of Miss Garvice at the very first opportunity. “Idiot!” She raged inwardly while she walked along with that air of self-contained serenity that is proper to a young lady of nearly two-and-twenty under the eye of the world.
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