He was asleep when Jonathan entered, and growled at being disturbed. “She must have character. "Aw, piffle!" he said, half aloud and rather disgustedly, as he stepped out into the sunshine. 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. “All your dreadful scientific things?” he said, with a smile that Miss Klegg thought extraordinarily kindly. “I liked him, and I never undeceived him. I can't invent; the thing won't come. He came down the shop looking for her quite obviously, and took up a position on the other side against a mirror in which he was able to regard her steadfastly. Here was Ruth Enschede—sick of love! Love—something the world would always keep hidden from her, at least human love. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel.
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