Mrs. 62 <8> A FIRST DATE WITH JOHN DIEDERMAYER The weekend began for her with that luxury of all luxuries, sleep. ‘Pig! Pig, a thousand times!’ Running footsteps could be heard now, and she knew that the commotion was bringing the nuns, just as she had hoped. “I may not see the Widgetts for some little time, father,” she said. In a few minutes, an appalling change was perceptible. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. ‘There is no question of a dispute.
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