Cathy Beck was outraged. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. Once or twice she commented upon it, but she knew that it was resultant of his fear of her impending departure. The sun was rising, illuminating the trees in black as if they were drawn in ink. His eyes were bright with the hunt. " "You will never become that, Ruth.
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