” He slipped off the horse. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. " "Where did he get it?" inquired Wood, in surprise. She could feel his breath on her skin, every hair on her arms and neck raised in response. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. Let’s go up to my room. She wanted to return his gaze but focused intently on a spot next to and above the brick fireplace, as her music teachers had always taught her to do instead of looking directly at the audience. “Oh.
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