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. " "We may believe as much of that as we please, I suppose," observed the carpenter's wife, with a sneer. Diane spoke first. She was no longer a confederate in that. “Your affectionate “FATHER. But you must tell her. " "So am I. ” “Well?” “Lunch! I am hungry—tragically hungry. Lucia confined herself to her quarters, wondering when they would flee to the country as so many other houses had done. No doubt— because he did not understand you—he thought you had run away with someone.
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