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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. "The men. "Solid ivory!" he said aloud; "solid from dome to neck! That's James Boyle in
the family group. ’
‘Aha, you have found something out. "
"You, Miss Enschede?"—frankly astonished that one stranger should offer
succour to another. Oh! I'm in such a
fluster!"
Upon which, she snatched up her fan, cast a look into the glass, smoothed down
her scarf, threw a soft expression into her features, and led the way into the next
room, whither she was followed by her daughter and Thames Darrell. Oppositely,
she wore her gym shirt oversized so that she could tuck it
into the tight shorts, creating a mushroom effect that was
de rigeur among the popular crowd who had invented it. My trouble is with your sister.
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