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” She glanced out of the window, and the distant trees were a froth of hard spring green and almond blossom. Such apartments as she saw were either scandalously dirty or unaccountably dear, or both. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame.
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