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And, whatever you may think, I assure you, Jack's a downright goodnatured fellow. 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. Sebastian had come to visit his old friend and former wife. I've watched this lad—this Sheppard—from infancy; and, though I have apparently concerned myself little about him, I have never lost sight of my purpose. ” “Thank you. She fell with a plop onto her rear end in the mud and sat dumbly like a statue, water eddying around her. For a time they walked in silence.
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