Her recent attitude towards him was undoubtedly a pose. ” “Thousands of women have married merely for freedom,” said Miss Miniver. His gangling body was clothed in rusty twill trousers and a long black seersucker coat, buttoned to the throat, around which ran a collar which would have marked him the world over as a man of the Word. “I have no wish,” he said, “to altogether ignore the fact that you are my wife’s sister, and have therefore a certain claim upon me. I know faces. Tell Bess to slip out, and I'll put on her cloak and hood. “You have the temperament,” he said. And the less “anything” happened the better. Sir John was not used to such glances, and he liked them.
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