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She colored faintly. Chapter VIII
“WHITE’S”
Northwards, away from the inhospitality of West Kensington, rumbled the
ancient four-wheel cab, laden with luggage and drawn by a wheezy old horse
rapidly approaching its last days. “For men have reason, women rhyme
A man scores always, all the time. ’
‘All the way to England?’
She opened wide eyes. “We are the species,” said Miss Miniver, “men are only incidents. Supposing they find you
and take you away?—and she unprepared? Have you thought of that? Why did
you marry her?"
"God alone knows!"
"And you don't love her! What kind of a woman do you want, anyhow?"—with
rising anger. 275
“Yes!” She answered, feeling joy and fear well in her
chest.
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