‘I—I mean, she were—’ ‘Pretty as a picture?’ suggested Gerald. Restlessness, then, was the trouble, simple restlessness: home bored her. 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. "The nurses," she answered. “So Brendon and I,” he said, “have been troubled with the same fears. But you want one quality, without which all others are valueless. Before many minutes elapsed, he had picked a large hole in the plaster, which showered down in a cloud of dust; and breaking off several laths, caught hold of a beam, by which he held with one hand, until with the other he succeeded, not without some difficulty, in forcing out one of the tiles. She tried for her usual confident tone, but only succeeded in sounding gruff, even to her own ears.
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