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Wood's astonishment and displeasure momentarily increased. 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. I only want to know the truth, and I will move heaven and earth to have it set aside. The rest she meant to keep for her immediate necessities. "And yet, he has been spared thus long; perhaps with a wise purpose," rejoined Thames.
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