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 found a little difficulty in beginning. There was the same airy grace of movement, the same deep brown hair and alabaster skin. Don't be afraid. ’ As a matter of fact, I am not. In a moment, Roding and Lucilla joined him. Stanley changed his key. Lucy clapped a hand over Michelle’s mouth and struck her neck with a swift blow to the carotid artery. The child was now within reach; and, in another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an arm from behind had not felled him to the ground.
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