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That would be myself, or if she lived, Mary’s daughter. ” Her heart had warmed toward him. 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 mean to,” she replied. My letters are returned unopened, her maid will not even allow me across the doorstep. She held out both her hands.
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