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Capes saw her, felt for her, cared for her greatly, even if
he did not love her. He had been quite right to sit down. ‘No. 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. ‘Why, what have I said?’
‘You said to me my name. Sheppard; "and to-day is Monday. She packed her
backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old
length of piano wire.
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