“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. “I can only be a few years older than you, and I have been married four years. I don't want her hurt. ” Sir John stamped his letters, brushed his hat, and carefully gave his moustache an upward curl before the looking-glass. ” “Poor you!” said Ann Veronica. Wood,—"he'll never mend. Horrid snorters! So long, Vee! Just suggested it.
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