She charged boldly into the space of Miss Miniver’s rhetorical pause. She cried and sobbed in fits. “No, no,” she cried. The fireplace was at the other end, with the sheeted shapes of two sofas either side. At the end of two long lines of foot-guards stood the cart with a powerful black horse harnessed to it.
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