Ann Veronica tried to seem absolutely unconcerned. " Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of his aunt in the doorway. 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. The Disguise 261 VI. . ” Ann Veronica walked as he indicated. “I believe you are quite right so far as regards the present, at any rate,” someone remarked, from the depths of an easy chair. This time she was indeed beaten. Chapter XXI HER SISTER’S SECRET “I think,” Lady Ferringhall said, “that you are talking very foolishly. The one nearest to her, which must lead to the library. “I have to go out.
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