Anything else that was said she now regarded only as an
aspect of or diversion from that. She speedily reached
her own abode,—a little cottage, standing in the outskirts of the village. He was always doing his best to call her attention to the fact
that he was a man of spirit and quality and experience, and she a young and
beautiful woman, and that all sorts of constructions upon their relationship were
possible, trusting her to go on from that to the idea that all sorts of relationships
were possible. 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. “Not to-night,” she said. “It really seems as if we shall have to put down
marigolds altogether next year,” Aunt Molly repeated three times, “and do away
with marguerites.
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