That is why I have dyed my hair, that is why I have abandoned my rôle of ingenuèe and altered my whole style of dress. ” Michelle patted Lucy’s shoulder reassuringly. 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. ‘Who is that man? What has he to do with you? No, don’t tell me. This last operation was so fatiguing, that for a short time he was obliged to pause to recover the use of his fingers. Only a few weeks ago there was a bloody battle on the bridge there between the soldiery and the local police.
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