The boiling under her stern, however, told him nothing. Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging
from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features certainly
presented a very striking resemblance to his own. 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. ’
Mrs Sindlesham sighed deeply. “With your
permission I should like to search the remainder of your rooms. Perhaps these few words were the first real
conscious words he had uttered in days. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door,
disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. ‘That is a matter for the lawyers. "The ban-dogs!" thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations had
procured him the nickname of "The long drover of the Borough market.
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