‘You could not tell it,’ said Melusine, ‘unless you were as close as we. I could never
make you understand. 176
“No, it’s very good. ’
For the first time since she had heard the news, Mrs Sindlesham’s features
relaxed and a tiny smile appeared. She had not at first the power for concealment. Manning,”
she said, “for a time—Will you tell no one? Will you keep this—our secret? I’m
doubtful—Will you please not even tell my aunt?”
“As you will,” he said. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools
of blood-red flame. "
"Six weeks!" exclaimed Thames, in a melancholy tone. You represented to us the immaculate
Briton, the one Englishman who typified the Saxonism, if I may coin a word, of
our race. Neither your aunt nor I have any other thought but what is best
for you. . Who knows?—on the analogy of “Squiggles” she might come to call
him “Mangles!”
“I don’t think I can ever marry any one,” she said, and fell suddenly into
another set of considerations that perplexed her for a time.
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