"We shall meet again ere long, my son," cried Mrs. “I can’t imagine it,” said Miss Miniver. A thickly-set, sandy young man, with an unwholesome complexion and grease-smooth hair, had entered the room. ” She said. “Ruin me? For what? Posterity? How could you ruin me, Lucy? What on earth are you talking about?” He got up and began to pace the room. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand.
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