"
"Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you," replied Wood. I keep it for my own drinking," he
added in a lower tone. He had
done this a dozen times on the way from his office. Supposing she saw the young man at dinner that night, emptying his bottle? She
could not go to him, sit down and draw the sordid pictures she had seen so often. . But Miss Miniver was highly unsatisfactory. 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. “Is this a concession to Mrs. They took their places at a distant table. net (This file was
produced from images generously made available by The
Internet Archive)
ANNA
THE ADVENTURESS
By
E. There
was a tearing sound and the cloth of her habit ripped apart as the smothered
point drove through it, missing its intended target. To take Spring and Love out of her life, as if there were
no human instincts to tell Ruth what was being denied her! And what must have
been the man's thought as he came upon Ruth wearing a gown of her mother's?
—a fair picture of the mother in the primrose days? Not a flicker of an eyelash;
steel and granite outwardly. On a pallet in one corner lay a pale emaciated female.
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