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“Uh, my parents are going skiing in Colorado after
New Year’s. 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. It is no more a murder, but a duel, you understand. But I see very clearly that as things are a
daughter is necessarily dependent on her father and bound while she is in that
position to live harmoniously with his ideals. ‘You! Have you pen and paper?’
‘Pen and paper now, is it?’ grumbled the old man as he shuffled down the hall. ‘Obstinate fool!’
She saw Gosse raise a hand, and dug into her nun’s habit for the knife she had
not thought to need. The house was eerily silent, which alerted her to the
idea that someone might be listening. What would it be without
that safeguard?”
Ogilvy pursued his own topic.
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