That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. On this second excursion, forewarned, she would use no light and keep as quiet as a mouse, she vowed, and thus refrain from attracting the attention of the militia at the gates. But I can't account for it!" "At all events, you shall answer for it," thundered Wild, with a bitter imprecation.
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