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"What about it?" "Enschede. I don't have a phone in my room. The old lady clearly read his state of mind, for the apparently irrepressible dimple peeped out. How are you?” “I’m fine,” she said, unaware of all events except for the voice on the other line. 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. Borne in the arms of a couple of assistants, and preceded by Mrs.
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