You seem to want this chap out of Canton. I don't know; I
really don't know," she found herself repeating. He did not want Ruth to see his own stricken
countenance; nor did he care to see hers, ravaged by tears. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only
admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on
him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. 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. ”
And thus it was that as Ann Veronica neared the gates of home, she said to
herself: “I’ll have it out with him somehow. E. "
"May be," returned the man gravely.
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