It was easy to recognize, the one thing that had stayed the same over the years. 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. According to Lucilla, this comtesse had constituted herself something of a social leader in the rapidly growing assemblage of refugees, and would undoubtedly be ready to introduce an eligible bachelor appropriately. He saw the colossal selfishness of his act; but he could not beg off on the plea of abnormality. There’s something about you, a little flavor of Will, I suppose, that makes one feel—good luck about you and success. "He has quite the air of one. “What the devil do you mean by coming for me like that?” Ennison exclaimed, glowering down upon him. " "What!" she exclaimed, staring eagerly in his face.
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