‘Too late by the time I realised to what a dunderhead I’d pledged my friendship. He had been the one to dress her in the finest silks and brocades, and here she was, displayed for the world to see in 248 drugstore makeup and the uniform of an old schoolteacher. ‘So it is that you could not help it. There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. She walked down the station approach, past the neat, obtrusive offices of the coal merchant and the house agent, and so to the wicket-gate by the butcher’s shop that led to the field path to her home. - You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1. “Of course,” said Miss Miniver—she went on in a regularly undulating voice —“we DO please men. Outside the post-office stood a nohatted, blond young man in gray flannels, who was elaborately affixing a stamp to a letter. I wish”— she found she had embarked on a bad sentence—“I wish we needn’t have quarrelled.
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