Moreoever, it had cost her a whipping and several days’ imprisonment in her cell on bread and water. It is not for myself I fear. “Does he never speak to you of—of old times?” she faltered. Miss Miniver looked out on the world through large emotional blue eyes that were further magnified by the glasses she wore, and her nose was pinched and pink, and her mouth was whimsically petulant. Come along home, Ruth.
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