" "It's mine, I'll be sworn," rejoined Wood. Kneebone's house, the young man hastened to a hotel in the neighbourhood of Covent Garden, where, having procured a horse, he shaped his course towards the west end of the town. Under the circumstances you must permit me to be the best judge of the identity of the young lady who did me the honour, as an old family friend, of dining with me. Supper was spaghetti and Italian sausage that night. She was greatly exercised by the problem of confiding in the Widgetts; they were dears, and she talked away two evenings with Constance without broaching the topic; she made some vague intimations in letters to Miss Miniver that Miss Miniver failed to mark. She is very charming, and we all admire her immensely. ‘She is constantly thinking of you,’ I said. Why not? Imagine I’ve had a fit of hysteria—and that I’ve come round. ‘What am I looking for?’ ‘A miniature.
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