I consider even now that the present colour is far less becoming. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. So, one day, because God was wroth, her mother ran away with a blackguard, and died in the gutter, miserably. His glance came up again and met hers.
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