"Thank Heaven! I'm not basely born. " "Who are you!" demanded the fugitive, sternly. Nevertheless it was overwhelming. 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. Wood, at the top of her voice. “You are an impostor.
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