“Tell me his name,” he said, “and I promise that he shall never trouble you. “Does he live here?” he asked her presently. 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. I need a white man, if only to talk to; and it will be a god send to talk to someone of your intelligence. Manning as they talked. Well, they’d got to the pheasants, and in a little while he would smoke. But, you see, I’m smirched.
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