But it was extraordinary what seemingly irrelevant things could restore her to the thought of Capes again. Everything, Miss Miniver said, was “working up,” everything was “coming on”—the Higher Thought, the Simple Life, Socialism, Humanitarianism, it was all the same really. "Farewell!" cried Jack, embracing them. “I do not suppose he will be home till late. But after the first shock came a warm glow of relief. There was a gulf of eight years between her and the youngest of her brace of sisters—an impassable gulf inhabited chaotically by two noisy brothers. I’ve never seen her quite so sure of herself. She was like an angel with one wing.
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