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"You've perjured yourself. 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. Mike seemed visibly happier at her remark. “Just leave them with me for now, Clotilde. “You’ve interested me enormously. " "Whom do you mean?" demanded Jackson. It still failed in something.
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