” “Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. I hope—I am sure that he did not see me. The air was sweet with the perfume of flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind. It’s not you—not a bit. Stanley professed a great solicitude to warm his hands. “And you brought her a man, I presume.
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