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 told you that?” “Yes. “And we will sail that splendor wide, From day to day together, From isle to isle of happiness Through year’s of God’s own weather. ‘Poor Hilary. His manner, however, was as stern and haughty as ever, and his glances retained their accustomed fire. After fifteen years, to find that peculiarly Occidental attribute—college loyalty—still alive in his heart! A Western idea that had survived; an idea that was merely the flower of youthful enthusiasm! With his hands still in his sleeves, his chin down in speculation over this phenomenon, he continued his patrol. Spurlock plodded through the heavy sand, leaden in the heart and mind as well as in the feet. What does it matter? I am not a pauper, Annabel. Nobody ever called me John, that I recollect. “Thought so.
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