"Well!" cried Mrs. Smith. " "A promise to my mother?" said Winifred, unsuspiciously. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. Her hair, once red, faded to a thin gray that she kept cut into a practical short bob. Part 3 The call Ann Veronica paid with her aunt that afternoon had at first much the same relation to the Widgett conversation that a plaster statue of Mr.
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