Ennison,” she said, letting her fingers rest in his. 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. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. The Mother Abbess, while thankful, could not be brought to consent to allow the girl out of her charge alone with unknown servants, and Martha was delegated to accompany her erstwhile nurseling to the homeland she had thought never to see again. It would be easy enough for me to write an eloquent letter about something else. How provoking!" she added, pretending to rummage her pockets; "one never can find a thing when one wants it. Look at it, I say. Bring the light this way—quick! I cannot decipher the signature. And then as we went down you’d try to explain. " "Irons—heavy irons—night and day. She reads novels—and history—and all sorts of things.
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