The doleful procession at once assumed a festive character. “We do not want the men,” said Miss Miniver; “we do not want them, with their sneers and loud laughter. Indeed, a note of weeping broke her voice for a moment as she burst out, “You know as well as I do that money was a loan!” “Loan!” “You yourself called it a loan!” “Euphuism. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. " "For procuring my imprisonment?" "For saving your life. " "Vy don't you talk to your partner, or Saint Giles, if you vant conversation, Aaron?" asked Jack, slyly.
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