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Miss Miniver looked over her glasses at her friend almost balefully. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. His countenance was pale as death, but not a muscle quivered; nor did he betray the slightest appearance of fear. I sha'n't cry any more. You have never seen the child within your arms perishing from hunger, and no relief to be obtained. The tired woman looked quietly at her. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. But don't let my name frighten you. "No, I shan't," replied Rachel, saucily. You must dispose of the goldsmith's note I gave you yesterday, as soon as you arrive at Rotterdam. White assented. " So saying, he threw himself into a chair.
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