“We do not want the men,” said Miss Miniver; “we do not want them, with their sneers and loud laughter. It’s just that I want to say. God, we suck. " Sir Rowland caught at a chair for support, and passed his hand across his brow, on which the damp had gathered thickly. Look at me, and answer me one question. " With this, she burst into tears, and sank with her face upon his shoulder. Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in female eyes. But the love of life prevailed over his fears. For some seconds of voluminous thinking they looked at the ring between them, and neither spoke. Then I assumed a rather portentous manner to prepare him. "Rowland, your violence is killing me," she returned, in a plaintive tone.
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