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” A shade of concern darkened Carol Diedermayer’s face. 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. He rested on one elbow. ‘Now you see why it is I no longer require the proof of which I have spoken. For a time Spurlock did not move. No fear o' that. If you like books and music, we'll get along. There was no marriage, and I hated, oh, how I hated the man. She leaned back in the corner of the cab with a little sigh of relief.
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