It moved a trifle, stepping back and lifting an arm to rub the sleeve against the glass. . . The curtain tinkled as her head brushed it, but he neither saw nor heard. ” “Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. ’ ‘What name would you like, then?’ Her shadowed features turned in his direction. Perhaps that was the reason that they both remained standing.
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