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‘Did I so?’ Gerald said, amused. 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. It's precisely the same
thing to me to bid my janizaries cut Thames Darrell's throat, as to order Jack
Sheppard's execution. He is an awfully good sort—
and now he has come to me to help him if I can. They went down the great staircase of the building, and, while she sought in
her mind for a beginning, he broke into appreciation of her simple dress and selfcongratulations upon their engagement. During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. You were wide the mark,
physically; otherwise you had him pat. "Proclaim a public fight.
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