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. For all her begging she had been given the choice to go into the nunnery and “learn how to read scrolls with the rest of God’s Spinsters” by her father, but had quickly lost interest when presented with the idea of bearing babies. Her eyelids fluttered with recognition, and she cried out softly. That’s my advice to you. It could not be she who had done this. “Well?” “You and all the rest of them are always lamenting that I do not marry. The Chapel was situated in the south-east angle of the jail; the ordinary at the time of this history being the Reverend Thomas Purney; the deputy chaplain, Mr. Winny, this is the last night I shall pass beneath your father's roof. —D'ye hear?" Still the widow remained silent.
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