It was the end, she told herself, fiercely. To return was impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. 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. “But Sir John?” he exclaimed. ‘And so also have I. "Go to the pump, Nab," he said, when this was done, "and fill a pail with water.
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