“All’s well that ends well,” he said; “and the less one says about things the better. He stood there, large and dark, enunciating, in his clear voice from beneath his large mustache, clear flat sentences, deliberately kindly. ” “Not long ago,” she said, “you left me in anger, partly because of this exchange of identities between Annabel and myself. 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. ’ Kimble nodded. I wanted to talk to you before when you first came to live here two years ago, but I never did. May I do so to-day?” “It’s your gate,” she said, amiably; “you got it first. That's slang, meaning you're splendid. Wood turned to look at him. " "You mustn't talk.
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