“Everybody is taking it up,” said Miss Miniver. Chapter XXVIII
THE HISSING OF “ALCIDE”
There was a strange and ominous murmur of voices, a shuffling of feet in the
gallery, a silence, which was like the silence before a storm. Wrenching his
hands from her shoulders, she thrust them away and leapt up from the chair. But did many women get anything better?
This afternoon, when she was urgent to explain her hampering and tainting
complication with Ramage, the realization of this alien quality in her relationship
with Manning became acute. He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in
which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. At times he was brilliant and masterful, talked round and over
every one, and would have been domineering if he had not been extraordinarily
kindly; at times he was almost monosyllabic, and defeated Miss Garvice’s most
skilful attempts to draw him out. "Dying, Sir Rowland. “No, don’t interrupt me. Silk. ”
She smiled at him, an understanding smile, but her words defied him.
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