"You hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?" he added, anxiously. “You must tell me the truth, please. Speak lower. ” Miss Miniver’s manner became impressive. Why in heaven’s name didn’t I think of that before?’ ‘What are you talking of?’ ‘Never mind that now. ’ Taken aback, Gerald let out a short laugh. Suppose our proper place is a shrine. The room seemed a vacuum. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. It had been brighter than the rest, for dawn light had come in through high unshuttered casements above the bookshelves.
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