She was wearing a becoming tea-gown, and it was quite certain that Sir John would not be home for several hours at least. 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. He played variations on this theme for the better part of an hour. Wild. She had to wait some minutes in an outer office, wherein three young men of spirited costume and appearance regarded her with ill-concealed curiosity and admiration. unless a copyright notice is included. It cuts. The black, meantime, began to ply his hammer, and speedily unriveted the chains. She was a lovely girl, attired in deep mourning, and having an expression of profound sorrow on her charming features.
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