Something seemed awry. Well, after all, he seemed to be turning the subject. ‘All right, Trodger. The Wastrel—as we call him—cannot play when he's sober; hands too shaky. 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.
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