She felt the need to get dressed, sensing that his parents would be home soon. That's how I finally got wind of it. But I wrapped it in that nun’s gear you give me. 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. She kissed Cathy's soft cheek as she entered the warm kitchen.
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