Miss Miniver looked out on the world through large emotional blue eyes that were further magnified by the glasses she wore, and her nose was pinched and pink, and her mouth was whimsically petulant. There were the burnt papers still in the grate. She sat there, a mark for boulevarders, the unconscious object of numberless wondering glances. " "Shall we do so?" whispered Winifred to her father. Such an obvious ruse, but the boys and girls would defend their pride to the bitter end, the facade of study groups during rutting season.
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