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The girl regarded him with the face of a Sphinx. . I dare say it will be chattered about for weeks. So you, Jacques, must go and wait for me with the horse. What of that?" "Vot 'o that!" echoed Sharples, peevishly: "Everythin'. It must be my fault that you have not learnt that your husband is the man to come to—at such a time as this. I won’t try. Through no fault of her own. 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.
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