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A girl of fifteen or sixteen gave her a handbill that she regarded as a tract until she saw “Votes for Women” at the top. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. She had no idea what she should do. 1. " "He's coming!" cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. " "Of course—of course," returned Wood, hastily; "anything's better than that. ‘And then you will be obliged to remain in France,’ she pointed out. Don't build your hopes too high; but I will do what I can. She could tell that he was leering at her. That glove is still preserved. She spent the morning up to ten in writing a series of unsuccessful letters to Ramage, which she tore up unfinished; and finally she desisted and put on her jacket and went out into the lamp-lit obscurity and slimy streets.
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