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. She obeyed, extending her arm. “I didn’t blow up the house. ’ ‘What for?’ asked Gerald, half laughing, as he put his hand in his pocket and brought out his elegant pistol. There was no answer, just grunting, so she repeated the question in Latin, then in Greek, to which Rhea responded. But he was now too deeply moved to trace a certain unsatisfactoriness to its source in a mixture of metaphors. My poor Hoddy! I had to talk harshly, or break down and have hysterics.
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