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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. Deny me, if you please. Certainly he could not move now other than to announce the fact that he had found his man. “Would YOU like us—if some one told you the bare outline of our story?— and what we are doing?” “I shouldn’t mind,” said Ann Veronica. " "Permit me to see it, Sir James!" requested Jack. Babies produced of vampire women are the real monsters, Lucia. "How very like it is!" "Not so strange, surely," laughed Thames, "that a picture should resemble the person for whom it's intended.
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