Through yet another doorway she observed an ancient silk brocade loom. “You should quit. Go to her, I say, and take her in your arms, you poor benighted Ironsides! I can't make you see. Wood," she continued, with a sudden change of tone, and convulsively clutching the carpenter's arm, "promise it me. 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. ‘Yes, don’t interrupt me,’ said Captain Roding severely. Gerald, whose French was adequate from his military service abroad, was able to respond suitably to such remarks as the ladies addressed to him, but was less exercised by their fashionable dress than their decidedly careworn appearance.
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