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Bring me clothing, I beg of you. “Oh, much better. 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. I wanted to, that day in the Zoo. "Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely. "
"The best evidence would be afforded by an accomplice of the assassin,"
rejoined Thames, who was greatly offended by the insinuation as to his
parentage. Pitt desired to know if
he wanted anything further, and being answered in the negative, he excused
himself on the plea that his attendance was required in the court at the Old
Bailey, which was then sitting, and withdrew. “Just remember, I have to make this up to you.
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