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gutenberg. 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. I had a hunch. She knew that her voice was
superior to Annabel’s, and she had no further qualms. "You know my fixed
determination," he added in a low tone, as he passed the carpenter. "
"Very well, sir. Indeed, I've heard him say that, but for
his wife, he would shelter her under his own roof. ’
‘Exactement.
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