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We men are like children. The great ordeal—that which she had most dreaded—had proved to be no ordeal at all. 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. You know you do, Annabel. Rumors had it he had been a looker in his youth, all long hair and chiseled muscles, but those days were long gone. “For me there is no second turn. ” Presently, as if for comparison with her father’s letter, she got out Ramage’s check from the box that contained her papers. But even you cannot alter her character. "At the bottom of that big envelope I found this one.
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