It would be the wrappered world almost at its best. Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current, as if impatient of restraint. I can never be grateful enough. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. Upon this grateful animal she lavished that affection which was subtly repelled by its lawful object.
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