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. The doctor turned quickly and made for the door, which he opened and shut gently because he was assured that Ruth was listening across the hall for any sign of violence. The Yale spirit! James Boyle O'Higgins was, as the saying goes, somewhat out of luck. ‘Kill him? Oh. Of a certainty, she also was imbecile. The body of Sir Rowland was then laid on the large table. He came along, he said, just to call, with large, loud apologies, radiantly kind and good. I will do all this not because I love you, but—because you are Anna’s sister.
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