Then she would write and tell her father what she had done, and put their relationship on a new footing. They were childless and servantless, and they had reduced simple living to the finest of fine arts. Jack, who had been lingering near the group, now walked on. “One has to live and learn,” she remarked, with a passable imitation of her father’s manner. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. The room was papered with green, large-patterned paper that was at worst a trifle dingy, and the arm-chair and the seats of the other chairs were covered with the unusual brightness of a large-patterned chintz, which also supplied the window-curtain. Only she was conscious of an unfamiliar and wonderful emotion. Parbleu, but she was a fool. Besides, you've secrets which must not be disclosed. She approached a soft-looking bespectacled girl she had seen once in the halls and noticed for her haunted look. "One-and-twenty, ah!" repeated Gay. “Quite right,” she said.
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