”) Well, they might say that, but he knew very well that
before long they would regret it. He was human. From this singular collection Trenchard turned to
regard its possessor, who was standing at a little distance from him, still engaged
in earnest discourse with his attendant, and, as he contemplated his ruthless
countenance, on which duplicity and malignity had set their strongest seals, he
could not help calling to mind all he had heard of Jonathan's perfidiousness to
his employers, and deeply regretting that he had placed himself in the power of
so unscrupulous a miscreant. ’
‘I know,’ he said, smiling. 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. In any place her beauty would have been an uncommon
thing. In
seconds, they faced each other before the altar. ” He said. Wood.
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