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There isn’t a husband breathing, Annabel, who wouldn’t have blessed that pistol in your hands, and prayed God that the bullet might go straight. The future? He dared not speculate upon that. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. “Dear friend,” she said, “do not magnify me into a physiological problem. Anna, why will you persist in this single-handed combat with life?” “Don’t!” she cried. Then Capes flittered to the hearthrug and poked the fire, stood up, and turned about. I'm entirely at your service. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. You came to me, you wished me to speak to Anna.
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