“We are the species,” said Miss Miniver, “men are only incidents. “You’re not a man for me—not one of a sex, I mean. We begin rehearsing on Monday at the ‘Garrick’. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. She was good to me for the two years I stayed with her, she had a nice apartment in Galveston. She wrenched her head away from his grip and got her arm between his chest and hers.
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