”
“I suppose,” Anna said, “that those are reasonable deductions. “More coffee, hon?”
She held her hand over the cup. "
"Why what will she say?" inquired Sheppard. She was chic, distinguished, unusual. Hitherto she had seen it chiefly in
pictures and other works of art, incidentally, and as a thing taken out of life. 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. But—It’s just this: who was to be hurt?”
“I wish no one had to be hurt,” said Ann Veronica.
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