”
She laughed gaily. Hogarth, didn't I see
you last night at the ridotto with Lady Thornhill and her pretty daughter?"
"Me!—no, Sir," stammered Hogarth, colouring. 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. ‘When we met probably, and you threatened me at the first. As Gosse
pushed her around it, she felt his hold about her of necessity loosen slightly. She wanted to come,
and I wouldn't let her. “Rubbish!” he answered.
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