“So your father brought you here to live in the States?” John asked. She delighted in frustrating him. ‘Poor Hilary. It wouldn't do to say that she was from the hospital. Hitherto you’ve seen only my easy, kindly side. Lucy's ears were singing. The door opened. The customary gold band was missing; but a soft gold Chinese ring Spurlock had picked up in Singapore—the characters representing good luck and prosperity—was slipped over Ruth's third finger. Spiders came out of their hiding places to commune in windows, industriously spinning their own designs over the stained glass. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous, preoccupied, almost depressed figure. 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. "It's very well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this confounded clothes'-bag. Section 1.
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