“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. But that was soon put right, and she walked out into London with a peculiar exaltation of mind, an exaltation that partook of panic and defiance, but was chiefly a sense of vast unexampled release. It would send business elsewhere; and the hotel business in Canton was never so prosperous that one could afford to lose a single guest. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. " "Then it was not a dream!" ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow voice, and as if speaking to himself. ’ ‘But, Marthe, you do not imagine that I would have taken the veil like you, even if you have not told me.
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