The work of plunder over, that of destruction commenced. This helped to
restore Ann Veronica’s self-command. 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. Now, the reward?"
"I have but an ill-furnished purse. One day
she had thrown all the gifts into the lagoon, and visited the secret nook no more. A quick flush stained her
cheeks. She was
to be handed over with her dowry of three thousand
Florins, plus her pet bird, six chickens, her mother’s fine
linens, a small book of poetry. “I’m not in the mood right this instant. 6. When younger, and in better health, she must have been eminently lovely; and
there were still the remains of great beauty about her.
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