F. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. ’ ‘Certainly that is true. Every eye seemed focussed upon her; and yet she had known the sensation to be the conceit of her imagination. “Dear John,” she whispered. The hansom drove off. I like such interviews. And now I find, when it is too late, that I might have deserved you—that I am as well born as Thames Darrell. But it’s very beastly. ‘Still, the comtesse has them well in hand. "Hush!" she said, putting her lean fingers to her lips. Her senses were prickled when she felt a new pair of eyes upon her. Once upon a time she and Roddy had descended thence by the drain-pipe.
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