’ She paused, struggling for the word. Anna merely glanced at the coarse, flushed features, and at once shook her head. And his scarlet coat had nothing to do with it, as Hilary was fond of recounting, for he had been in civilian clothes when they met, as he was tonight. Spurlock dove headlong at the other's legs, toppling the man. “Mr. She’s already spoken for. 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. "Do you submit?" interrogated Wild. “I have stood it for a month, Anna,” he exclaimed. “Do tell me all about it.
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