’ ‘The word of whom?’ came scoffingly from the pretty lips. He could remember when women laid away their gowns in lavender—as this girl's mother had. ‘I have said that I will tell you nothing of this soi-disant Valade. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. ‘Don’t concern yourself, Hilary.
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