He replied, \"Want to go sit down somewhere?\"
\"Sure. Anna comes to London. The passion
of pent-up speech compelled action of some sort. 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 stated. "
"If it were so, he would have great reason to be proud of the relationship, truly,"
observed Wood, shrugging his shoulders. "I guessed as much. Clarice rubbed her belly, singing songs to the
unborn baby. I don’t want to hear you. ”
She became aware of her aunt, through the panes of the greenhouse,
advancing with an air of serene unconsciousness from among the raspberry
canes.
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