Gerald, I
mean, not Madame Valade. “I want to ask you a question,” he said. So
get up, and let's be off. If you do not help me to read the riddle of
yourself, Annabel, I think that very soon I shall be a candidate for the asylum. ’
Roding blinked. 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.
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