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Sydney was strumming over a new song which stood upon the piano. Once he chuckled aloud. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. This morning he heard voices—McClintock's and the Wastrel's. . Manning; and added, “the twenty-ninth. Miss Stanley, it was manifest, had given him Ann Veronica’s address. And at last Ann Veronica and Miss Miniver came down the dark staircase and out into the foggy spaces of the London squares, and crossed Russell Square, Woburn Square, Gordon Square, making an oblique route to Ann Veronica’s lodging. ” He stood up rather close to her and looked into her eyes.
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