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”
She paused. ”
“Well,” she said, “has there not been some reason for this? The likeness to
Annabel could scarcely have escaped remark. 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. ’
‘Exactly so. ‘What do you do here?’ demanded the young lady, moving to meet him. She recalled him. Not if I read her aright. “Do you happen to know whether
she is supposed to be here?”
“Very likely indeed,” Captain Fred Meddoes answered, lighting a cigarette. She was
breathing hard, dragging for air, half in fright and half because the sudden effort
had used up what little air she had managed to draw so briefly. Presently he resumed: “I believe I must be in love. He haunted a state between hectic dreaming
and mild delirium, and she found herself talking aloud to him. “Much better. He sat with folded arms and knitted brows, thinking intently. The one nearest to her, which must lead to the
library.
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