Everything, Miss Miniver said, was “working up,” everything was “coming on”—the Higher Thought, the Simple Life, Socialism, Humanitarianism, it was all the same really. E. She always left the table when they began to smoke. ‘Yes, that is reasonable. “Why did you ever let me love you? Why did you ever let me peep through the gates of Paradise? Oh! my God! I don’t begin to feel and realize this yet. Hers were less noble, yet stately. Loving was self-forgetfulness, pure delighting in another human being.
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