. “Well, you have thought it over?” he said, sitting down beside her. “It was very tiring. It was
the bitterest moment of her life. Only a son’s another story. Nicholas is dead. Day after day for a measured hour in the lecture-theatre, with elaborate power
and patience, Russell pieced together difficulty and suggestion, instance and
counter-instance, in the elaborate construction of the family tree of life. Miss Miniver looked out on the world through large emotional
blue eyes that were further magnified by the glasses she wore, and her nose was
pinched and pink, and her mouth was whimsically petulant. I saw her come out from the flat buildings two minutes before we entered
it last night. Sensitive, aren’t they?”
She chuckled. “I am sure, Anna,” she said, “I do not see why we should conceal the truth from
you. And I have
wanted to so very much. "Yes, your son, Madam.
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