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She propped a pillow against his padded headboard and sat herself into a stiff upright position, legs expertly crossed. But some day she would find a place to love: there would be rosy apples on the boughs, and there would be flurries of snow blowing into her face. ” “DUSTING!” said Miss Miniver, in a sepulchral voice.
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