"Mr. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. He was out of breath, and spoke in broken sentences. The door opened. “I knew you would feel it,” said Miss Miniver, as they came away flushed and heated. She walked for a mile or more recklessly, close veiled, with swift level footsteps, though her brain was in a whirl and a horrible faintness all the time hovered about her. " "Surely, you haven't stolen it?" "Stolen's an awkward word.
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