’ Roding looked struck. Edward Bribble stood between them with an open book. ” “It’s all the same,” said Miss Miniver. " "Where are they?" "Ay, where are they?" chorussed the mob, flourishing their various weapons, and flashing their torches in the air; "we'll starve 'em out. ’ ‘Poor little devil,’ said Gerald, genuinely sorry for her. She lit the cigarette with a tiny Kelly green drugstore lighter. Wood's reception of the widow, who, at that moment, was ushered into the room by Winifred, was not particularly kind and encouraging. She did not know herself. Quite right. She raised this with the air of a conspirator unmasking, and displayed a tear-flushed face. He won’t be in uniform. A lean young man in spectacles pursued her for some time, crying “Courage! Courage!” Somebody threw a dab of mud at her, and some of it got down her neck.
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