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’ ‘Precisely. “I beg your pardon,” he said, “but you appear to be a fellow countrywoman of mine, and in some distress. ” “You have been to her?” he asked. Jack Kimble stiffened, looking at his interrogator with wary anger in his face. She was a little paler than when she had come to London, a little paler and a little thinner. . "What's that?" "The old human cry of something for nothing; but with you it is in reverse. Then she would be dead, and that was no use. The pistol was lowered slightly. 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. “Is that plain?” she asked. ‘But a spy I am not.
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