She did not understand the note of hostility to men that ran through it all, the bitter vindictiveness that lit Miss Miniver’s cheeks and eyes, the sense of some at last insupportable wrong slowly accumulated. To-night she had a curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. She was conscious of a ceaseless undercurrent of sound—the guttural Chinese tongue.
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