’ ‘I think you—’ He broke off abruptly, astonished at what he had been about to say. 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. ” “But why?” “He’s married—and, I believe, living separated from his wife. She rapped on Michelle’s door loudly. Ann Veronica forgot him as soon as she was through the gate, and her face resumed its expression of stern preoccupation. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to which it had reduced his mother. " "And me," insinuated Mrs. . " There was a brief, breathless pause. She opened the door to him herself. I may prevail upon them to take you in until you are full-fledged, providing you do not find this aunt.
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