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. The ribald demons that infested the back of Ann Veronica’s mind urged various facetious interrogations upon her, as, for example, where the witness had acquired his prose style. He misstated her age and address; but you can’t get home on him for a thing like that. She stole a few glances at John as she stood and played the pieces. Both girls looked pale and listless. Then he turned to Anna. But for all that, it offered relief; his brain, stupefied by the fumes, grew dull, and conscience lost its edge to bite. All characters and events in this publication, other than those clearly in the public domain, are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
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