” “Men,” said Miss Miniver, “NEVER have a reason. My poor brain is so mixed, dear, I hardly know what I am saying. I do not love you. Only your horror of a grandfather insisted on coming with me, so I had to wait for him to be ready and travel at his pace. He tugged at the overly large hooded sweatshirt, which she unzipped and let fall to the ground. In one of these seats, at the end of the aisle farthest removed from the chancel, the widow took her place, and addressed herself fervently to her devotions. ’ ‘I will tell you how I make that out,’ Melusine said fiercely.
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