I have said that I am but a nun now. 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 do not intend to allow you to forget. Annabel shook her head. I do not ask if you are entirely English, but if you say truly when you say you are at my service. “Dear husband,” she murmured. The doctor here says he can get you aboard to-morrow night. " CHAPTER XI. To Ruth the thought of Hartford no longer projected upon her vision a city of spires and houses and tree-lined streets. I wonder what it was. That night she found a ship bound to sail for the heathen nation called America. The Scot understood that, gently and indirectly, Ruth was asking her husband a question, opening a door if he cared to enter. " "I will yield it to no one but its mother," answered Wood. “By Jove!” he said, “there is something direct about you.
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