He probably imagines himself to be a thousand times worse off than he actually is. To Gerald’s eye, the refugees therefore presented a rather forlorn little group, almost huddling together and chattering in low tones in their own tongue. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. He hung vaguely for a moment as she passed.
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