She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they
were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching
the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss
Miniver failed to mark. She sings better perhaps. Then she went up-stairs again, dressed herself carefully for
town, put on her most businesslike-looking hat, and with a wave of emotion she
found it hard to control, walked down to catch the 3. "Mother! dear mother!" cried Jack, folding her to his
breast. But come, sir. But oh, how weary I
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