She heard it open, but as she felt unable to look round in a
careless manner she pretended not to hear it. He laughed reassuringly. 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. "
"Then you're heartily welcome, Sir, whoever you are. "
While he was thus musing, he fancied he heard the lock tried. "
"I'd good reasons for placing it there, Sir; but don't question me about them now,
or you'll drive me mad," returned Mrs. "He understands me, you perceive," said Hogarth.
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