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” “I am not sure whether I feel inclined to scold or thank you,” she declared. Constance Widgett’s abundant copper-red hair was bent down over some dimly remunerative work—stencilling in colors upon rough, white material—at a kitchen table she had dragged up-stairs for the purpose, while on her bed there was seated a slender lady of thirty or so in a dingy green dress, whom Constance had introduced with a wave of her hand as Miss Miniver. She thought me— filthy. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. "Are you not that man's mistress?" demanded Mrs. “I wonder,” she said, “why one writes him sentences like that? It’ll have to go,” she decided, “I’ve written too many already. His hair was thick and brown and his skin was fair. “Is it your maid?” he asked.
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