Instead, they appeared to be at the hygienic level of tramps’ lodging-houses. They were standing face to face now upon the hearthrug. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. “What were you trying to do?” Lucy asked. He embraced her like her father once had. “In any case, I decline to see you alone. He addressed her by that title, and something in the tone disturbed her.
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