" After all those former bitter failures, this cup was sweet, even if there was the flavour of irony. ” “Thousands of women have married merely for freedom,” said Miss Miniver. ” He would say every time she wore it. Your life is like a funeral March. She thought of him as always courteous and helpful, as realizing, indeed, his ideal of protection and service, as chivalrously leaving her free to live her own life, rejoicing with an infinite generosity in every detail of her irresponsive being. There was a black fear in his heart. He was staring at her, openly gaping.
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