“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. " "But you can imagine it. I sha'n't cry any more. There had been disappointments and humiliations, and although she hated to admit it even to herself, she was in desperate straits. " "I can get him aboard all right. These petals! I’ve been wanting to cry all the evening, cry here on your shoulder for my petals. “I’d never have a day of peace again, John. Yes, yes; that was all very well in ordinary cases; but yonder was a soul in travail, if ever she had seen one. I didn’t understand before that letter.
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