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” “Damn!” he remarked at the defaced letter; and, taking a fresh sheet, he recopied what he had written. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. ‘That there governess didn’t like it, of course, me being the lodgekeeper’s girl, and Martha just a country wench like me. Immediately a feathered hat emerged, under which a familiar countenance was visible. Mike was drinking a cup of black coffee. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark.
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