The vengeance of the assailants did not stop here. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. Sheppard found it; and, as no one opposed her, she at once took up her abode there; nor was she long in discovering that the dreaded sounds proceeded from the nocturnal gambols of a legion of rats. Miss Klegg and the youngest girl made a vigorous attack on Miss Garvice, who had said she thought women lost something infinitely precious by mingling in the conflicts of life. I understand nothing of what you say. “I want some advice,” said Ann Veronica. “Look here, daddy,” she said, in a tone of great reasonableness, “I MUST go to that dance, you know.
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