“The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. If she could have held it in, perhaps the Virgin Mary would have sent her a miracle as reward for her strength. He was in trouble and she could not help him; that was the ache in her heart. It was at his side below the breast, hidden by the dark colour of his close-fitting jacket. During all their long comradeship he had never so much as ventured to hold her fingers.
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