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” He glared at Martin. “We do not want the men,” said Miss Miniver; “we do not want them, with their sneers and loud laughter. She closed the book that she had been pretending to read and gathered her black umbrella and her backpack, a childish accoutrement she despised. The recollection of all her unhappiness, the loveless years, the unending loneliness, the injustice of it, rolled up to her lips in verbal lava. "We have had a sad loss, my dear Winifred," he began,—"for I must use the privilege of an old friend, and address you by that familiar name,—we have had a sad loss in the death of your lamented parent, whose memory I shall for ever revere. —Sorry to quit your lord—worships, I mean,—I don't know what I mean," she added, a little confused, and dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince of the blood at the least,—"but I've a few necessary orders to give below. He hugged her when he saw her in the hallway.
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