The small grey feathers of her exquisitely shaped fan waved gently backwards and forwards. “I knew you would feel it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. “There are policemen—and buses. But men are so careless, there's no trusting anything to them! However, I must try to brazen it out. They were horrible people.
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