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” “Auntie?” asked Constance, who was conversant with Ann Veronica’s affairs. ” “Never,” he exclaimed vehemently. 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. This whole affair is truly my fault. “It was just an hour before teatime,” she remarked. I'm going to be frank; we must have a clear understanding. “I shall leave the flat to you and go to a hotel. ” “Yes,” said Ann Veronica. He walked across the Park and called upon his sister. “I do hope I have been able to make you understand how I feel, that you don’t consider me a hopeless prig. Wood; "I can't for an instant question such distinterested testimony.
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