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. ”
“It would be different all the same. ‘That’s wicked, that is. The doctor and Anna were left alone. We don’t consider each other; we needn’t. But I know very well that that word will never be spoken. Then they appear among the
lower things”—she made meticulous gestures to figure the scale of life; she
seemed to be holding up specimens, and peering through her glasses at them
—“among crustaceans and things, just as little creatures, ever so inferior to the
females. It was now
getting dusk, and he could only imperfectly distinguish the features and figure of
the stranger. Below
the window he saw two coolies carrying a coffin, which presently they callously
dumped into a yawning pit. ”
“I am frightened of Sir John,” he said, “but I suggest that we risk it.
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