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. She walked with long swinging steps, scorning the thought of buses or the tube. Wood. Her grave fine face, her warm clear complexion, had already aroused his curiosity as he had gone to and fro in Morningside Park, and here suddenly he was near to her and talking freely and intimately. Are these folks your current foster parents?” “Yes. " "Why, my love," rejoined her husband, "appearances, you must allow, were a little against you. She came to London, and tried several things without any success.
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