’ ‘Lucilla,’ gasped Hilary, his cheeks reddening with wrath. For a few minutes all was silent. He resumed his listening. " "Go, Mr. " "No; it is only—what shall I say?—troubled. Mr. Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. She stared out of the paned glass window, watching the trees being blown bare by the gale force.
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