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“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. She had imagined that prisons were white-tiled places, reeking of lime-wash and immaculately sanitary. . " "How!" ejaculated Trenchard, starting back and drawing his sword.
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