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. To prevent
the leaves from blowing about, should a blow develop, he distributed paper
weights. Not that it would make any difference if he
was alive still. Each arm of the blouse had the
faintest of rings around the elbow, a stain that looked
familiar. To his consternation,
she was holding an unwieldy, ugly-looking pistol, all wood and tarnished steel,
with both hands about the butt. She came along with the fluttering
assurance of some tall ship. Meanwhile, Mr. This laughter released something that had been striving for expression—her own
natural buoyancy. ” Her mind went off to Capes. “Who decorated the school like this?” She asked,
peering up at the multicolored banners that hung
everywhere. I mean my
cut-offs and boots. ”
And to them were presently added a roguish-looking young man, with reddish
hair, an orange tie, and a fluffy tweed suit, and others who, in Ann Veronica’s
memory, in spite of her efforts to recall details, remained obstinately just
“others. These things did not harmonize with his conception of the forthcoming
(if unavoidable) interview.
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