” “It’s all the same,” said Miss Miniver. She crouched beneath a stump, her extremities twitching as the sun set orange and blue beyond the lace of iron-black trees. Something in his smile, in the cynical suggestiveness of his deferential tone, maddened her. "Write as I dictate," he cried, placing a pen in the jailer's hand and a pistol to his ear. I—listen.
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