Her slender throat was encircled by a black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her head rested a diminutive lace cap. Don’t try to shield anybody or hide anything. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. Time enough to do so when she has her affairs settled—if she can settle them. Usually his charges bored him with their interrogative chatter, for he knew that his information more often than not went into one ear and out of the other.
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