“Sure. Wood's anxiety respecting the fugitive was speedily relieved by hearing another waterman busy himself in preparation for starting; and, shortly after, the dip of a second pair of oars sounded upon the river. 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. . I don't know; I really don't know," she found herself repeating. I’ll do it. Then fury claimed her and she could no longer pretend. No matter what the fire and force of his passion, it falters eventually, and forever after smoulders or goes out.
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