She pushed at the closer of
the two soldiers bearing the precious burden. "Can I help you, Jack?" asked Thames, taking up a plane. 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. Sheppard had been interred. “It may be true, but it
isn’t quite what I have in mind. ’
Gerald cast a swift look up the corridor, but there was no one there, not even a
shadow. There was no need to be afraid for me. "
"And what is that?"
"I have relatives not far from Hartford. ”
She shivered. And, when I have seen him pining away
before my eyes, getting thinner and thinner every day, I have sometimes thought
my prayers were heard.
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