It did not cheer or fortify him with false courage and recklessness; it simply enveloped him in a mist of unreality. “The dawn!” said Miss Miniver, with her glasses reflecting the fire like pools of blood-red flame. She pulled the door so that it was not quite to, and held out her hand, palm up. “I think,” she said, “that I rather like what you have said. He was not particularly grateful for the present situation. She hated it, she hated the mission-house; she hated the sleek lagoon, the palms, the burning sky.
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