"Do you think we are to be disturbed in this way? Make less noise, hussies, or I'll turn you out of the Lodge. "I think I may trust him with you, Sir," added she, taking up the candle. She seized the key, and he grasped her hand and squeezed it roughly and painfully between the handle and the ward as she tried to turn it. Her secret thoughts made some hasty, half-hearted excursions into the possibility of telling the thing in romantic tones—Ramage was as a black villain, she as a white, fantastically white, maiden. “It isn’t a joke,” she said. 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 had, it was true, accepted doubtfully the pen he had offered.
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