I’ve called half a dozen times at her flat, and she won’t see me. “Why are you so distant? Why all the mystery? What are you, a narc? Double-oh-seven or something?” She steeled herself, refusing to react. But the world didn’t do that. "We'll see that, you yelping hounds!" rejoined Jonathan, glaring fiercely at them. But Miss Miniver was highly unsatisfactory. I can't give you my hand; but you may take it. She handled it half fearfully, and set it carefully down again. And in reality even that magic garden-close resolves itself into a villa at Morningside Park and my father being more and more cross and overbearing at meals—and a general feeling of insecurity and futility. F.
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