“I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. His vision was becoming accustomed to the faint light now and her features were clearer. ‘Oh, Lord,’ muttered Gerald, going instantly to her aid. Brendon told him the name of a distant restaurant and sprang in by her side. A dreamy sense of content crept over him. The lad looked alarmed. She required no instructions from books; her wit and beauty were her own. She could not judge its direction, and began to move swiftly along the bookshelves, her hand running behind her across the spines of the calfbound volumes.
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