. 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. 232 I found out that she was crazy shortly after I had ascended to priest of the Temple. ‘Jacques?’ she called out, forgetting the need for silence. "It's the boy's death-warrant," observed Jonathan, with a sinister smile.
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