” “It’s an unrest—a longing—What’s that?” The waiter had intervened. And Miss Miniver began to sway her. She could not help but admit that she liked being smiled at and addressed in the hallways by hordes of friendly faces. "Ah!" she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, "don't hurt Thames—don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, kill me, not him. She had a feeling as though something had dropped from her eyes, as though she had just discovered herself for the first time—discovered herself as a sleepwalker might do, abruptly among dangers, hindrances, and perplexities, on the verge of a cardinal crisis. Voilà tout.
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