She is, in her way, a dear. But, by Jove! it’s going to make our loving a fiercely abstract thing. Ennison was deeply interested. It was true. It had evidently seen better days before being relegated to the ministrations of a hackney coachman, one who evidently served the less affluent inhabitants of London. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. Afraid there'll be a love-affair.
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