A sophisticated woman would have translated the tone as a caress. A bumper round, gentlemen. " It was not uttered interrogatively; rather as though Ah Cum did not like the significance of the word and was turning it over and about in speculation. 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. “Aunt!” she said, “I can’t—” Then she caught a wild appeal in her aunt’s blue eye, halted, and the door clicked upon them. Blank it was, except for a gate near the bridgehead.
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