The more she disentangled the lines of her situation the deeper grew her self-disgust. He may not know you’re in England, but if he has the smallest knowledge of your character, he must surely be expecting you. 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. . She was dressed as a white woman should be; and that for the present satisfied her instincts. It was not without considerable demur and delay on the part of Sharples that the carpenter and his companion could gain admittance to the round-house. He kept at it even on those nights when the monsoon began to break with heavy storms and he had to weight down with stones everything on his table. “Are we interrupting anything?” “No!” Martin jumped slightly.
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