“What else can happen?” asked Miss Miniver, with a little weak gesture at the glow. ” With a swift movement she gained the bell and rang it. She bolted upright as she heard footsteps rumble towards the door, cursing UPS for being so damn persistent in such foul weather. She opened the window, for the night was mild, and sat on the floor with her chin resting upon the window-sill. Manning, I do not really want to marry. I felt suddenly I understood you—as an intelligent person. She nodded. “I propose,” Sir John said, “that we pay for our dinner—which we haven’t had— tip the garçon a sovereign, and take a cab to the Ritz.
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