“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. The thought of going back!—the thought of the unknown out there!—" with a tragic gesture toward the east. ‘Not another caller will I receive this day. "But don't ever let me see them again. Only I just want him. "What poet was that?" "Stevenson. If you don’t think it would be a social outrage, perhaps I might walk with you to your railway station.
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