"The end is the most beautiful in English literature. Practically all. Conscience was always digging sudden pits for his feet and common sense ridiculing his fears. Her cheeks seemed to burn, her veins ran riot, and her heart was beating so fast that she was sure he must feel it through his scarlet coat. He stamped his last letter as Annabel entered. I don’t want to stop your singing. I've told you about him; and you wrote a shrewd yarn on the subject. Now the doctor had the "feel" that somewhere ahead lay danger. “Freedom! Citizenship! And the way to that—the way to everything—is the Vote. ” The shock of their intellectual attitude was over, usage robbed it of the first quaint effect of deliberate unreason. Miss Miniver learned of her flight and got her address from the Widgetts.
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