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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. Her eyes were insane with rage, crusted with yellow and green, only beginning to heal from her long sojourn underground. “See that man?” Sebastian would tap her on the shoulder on a crowded alleyway and say, “See how he lingers too long when he touches that little child? The glow in his eyes? That is lustful intent, my dear. " "Ha!" ejaculated the other. Wood," added she in a hollow voice, and with a ghastly look, "gin may bring ruin; but as long as poverty, vice, and ill-usage exist, it will be drunk. Stanley went on, “but there are things— there are stories about Ramage. She did not open the Bible but laid it on the edge of the bed, knelt and rested her forehead upon the worn leather cover. More,’ he said, ‘but I’m told it’s the most amusing thing in London at the present time. She crept behind the open door and pounced on him when he came out of the bathroom, knocking him onto the floor with a loud thud. I don’t know.
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