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. I wish
they would just get it over with. \"
\"It's okay. Surely Capes
was different. The gun flew from his hand, clacking on the floor. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts
of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh
exertion, he started up. Stanley was
inclined to think the censorship should be extended to the supply of what he
styled latter-day fiction; good wholesome stories were being ousted, he said, by
“vicious, corrupting stuff” that “left a bad taste in the mouth. ”
He stood before the door. ”
Ann Veronica was silent for a while. Then they rode off at speed.
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