Pshaw!" added he, making an effort to subdue his emotion, "I can't leave you in this way. “Neither Sydney nor I would think of such a thing. 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. ‘That’s a loud one.
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