” “No,” cried Miss Miniver, almost vehemently. One might have said that these trees grieved for their native soil; and, grieving, refused to bear. It is so that I may marry an Englishman. I felt somehow I’d hurt you. It was the one that she had sworn she’d throw out, if only Julian had not liked it so much. Nor can we. Had she too been flying from something and had accepted this method of escape? But what frying-pan could be equal to this fire? All this led him back to the original circle. M. "His life—or yours?" "No one shall harm you more, my dear," cried Lady Trafford. ‘Seen her again, have you? Well, if she’s been giving you as much saucy impudence as I’ve had to contend with, I can only say I’m glad of it.
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