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“Before you tell me the whole story,” she emphasized
the penultimate word, “just let me do something for you. ”
“But how did they prove it?”
“By science,” said Miss Miniver, and hurried on, putting out a rhetorical hand
that showed a slash of finger through its glove. She had found a
couple of articles about him over the years, blurbs about
the opening of a theater that mentioned him. She got up, put the
neat cuffs she had made into her work-basket, and went to the bureau for the
little cards in the morocco case. ‘The man’s gone,’ her old nurse told her, when she had recovered a little. Courtlaw sat with
folded arms. The
door leaned inward. 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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