The curve of his shoulders, the very angle of his feet, expressed relief at her apparent obedience. With his black and gray hair, his gray-green eyes were a striking contrast and he looked even younger, as if he had been frozen at age thirty-three. He was leaning against a window frame, his hat in his hand. 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. Howard Spurlock. ” “It’s rather jolly of you,” said Ann Veronica. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them.
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