” “Come in out of the cold,” said Capes, and took her arm. He was still thickly clad in jeans. It ought not to be much. But days had now passed. She looked directly at his face, his perpetually graying hair, his hawkish nose, his long cheekbones. 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. "Done!" cried Shotbolt.
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