" "You terrify me," cried Mrs. Then she moved towards the door. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. ” “No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. And turning again, as if the emotions she had churned up kept her on the move, she paced back to the mantel and there stopped, staring at her own reflection in the tarnished mirror. She played “Happy Birthday” for John, after which they plied her with a dozen requests. “You can’t imagine,” Sydney exclaimed, “that the people downstairs will be such drivelling asses as to believe piffle like that.
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