’
‘You know, Gerald,’ Lucilla put in thoughtfully, forestalling a withering
rejoinder from the captain, ‘there may be something in that. 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. For a moment
O'Higgins had hoped that the ink applications would be recent. Lucy stepped inside. "
"Vouldn't it!" replied Jack, mimicking his snuffling voice; "then shtay vere you
are, and be cursed to you. "As long as I live, I'll never forget that dress of hers," Prudence declared.
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