And Miss Miniver began to sway her. “He was alive at four o’clock this afternoon,” she answered, “but the doctors give little hope of his recovery. You cannot depart hence. Let your father—if he chooses, leave all his wealth to his adopted son. There was one letter. If this is the young lady, she can perhaps calm him. It was high afternoon, there was no great throng of footpassengers, and many an eye from omnibus and pavement rested gratefully on her fresh, trim presence as she passed young and erect, with the light of determination shining through the quiet self-possession of her face.
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