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“Well, lodgings and things! And I paid my fees at the College. 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. You have betrayed me. “Go on,” he said. “You silly fool,” he said. It exists because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from people in all walks of life.
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