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Mike offered twice to beat John up, but Lucy talked him out of it much to his disappointment. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child. I certainly didn’t mean to kiss you. I shall know what to say to him when he comes. ” “You’re leaving, aren’t you?” He accused. 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. But the objects in his range of vision remained unchanged. “I love your sister. She must speak to Jack.
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