But a middle-aged man like Ramage ought to know better than to draw out a girl, the daughter of a friend and neighbor. She was retuning, fifths spilling from the sliver of light underneath the door like milk. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. No one seeing you together could doubt that she is your granddaughter. ‘We mean you no harm,’ he said reassuringly. "Here, Poll, help me!" Thus exhorted, Mrs.
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