4. He returned her impressive greeting almost mechanically. 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. The primitive superstition of his Puritan forbears was his; and before this the buckler of his education disintegrated. You are not going anywhere but to the Tredgold College. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. “Anna of course would not accept any money from us,” she continued.
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