“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. Ruth wore a printed cotton kimono. And now her father said she must not go. The lantern was on the ground inside, ready. For a short time they allowed me to share the warmth of their lives. I’d rather die than hear any more fairytales. At least, I frustrated her design in calling upon him this morning.
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