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As he turned the handle, it moved, and the door was
taken from his hand and pulled outward by the young footman. “I’ll
go. . “I hope,” Annabel answered lazily, “that you have succeeded. ”
Anna’s eyes were a little dim as she poured out her coffee, and the laugh she
attempted was not altogether a success. 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. One peculiarity she did not fail to notice. The dress was her mother's, and she was wearing it to
save a little extra money. I've often regretted that I didn't investigate the matter. He—”
“Here they are!” said Ann Veronica as the bell sounded. ‘It’s a pretty name. He had let go his name so easily as that! What was the name she had
given? Ruth something; he could not remember.
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