” He resumed, after a mouthful: “Here is a girl of sixteen or seventeen, seventeen and a half to be exact, running about, as one might say, in London. ” He looked interrogation with a faint smile. 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. "You poor child!" Prudence took Ruth's hands in her own. We’re handfuls. Having disposed of his steed and swallowed a glass of brandy, without taking any other refreshment, he threw himself on a couch, where he sank at once into a heavy slumber. She was honest again. It was an odd little encounter, that left vague and dubitable impressions in her mind. A woman hard to read, who seemed to delight in keeping locked up behind that fascinating rigidity of feature the intense sensibility which had been revealed to him, her master, only in occasional and rare moments of enthusiasm. " "At all events, let me send her away, my dear," supplicated the carpenter, anxious to avert the impending storm. Bu buluşma, ikisi için başka bir dönüm noktasıydı.
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