“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. “I can’t imagine, Miss Pellissier,” Brendon said, leaning towards her, “whatever made you think of coming to stay if only for a week at a Montague Street boarding-house. “I have nothing to say to you. I don't know whose brainless head it may be, but it'll do for my collection. He would pull this young fellow back; but later he knew that he would have to fight the boy's lack of will to live. The two friends contrasted strikingly with each other.
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