He seemed wholly insensible to the rain, though it presently descended in torrents, and continued his search as ardently as before. Her feathered hat fell from her head and down her back, and she felt fingers writhing in the mass of her hair and caressing the flesh of her neck beneath so that she shivered uncontrollably. Everything, Miss Miniver said, was “working up,” everything was “coming on”—the Higher Thought, the Simple Life, Socialism, Humanitarianism, it was all the same really. In this hour its colossal selfishness never occurred to him. His course, however, was no longer interrupted, and he crept on.
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