“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. That is not reasonable. She heard this standard expression of a strong soul wrung with a critical coldness that astonished herself. He could not promise that she would ever appear again in that house. Every so often a wall of water, thin and jadecoloured, would rise up over the port bow, hesitate, and fall smacking amidships. You will make her suffer.
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