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\" She whirled around by instinct, frightening the boy who she had borrowed the pencil from. Then, as she was in the act of turning reluctantly away, she noticed a thin crack between the door and the frame. Was that it? Had she clothed this unhappy young man with glamour? Or was it because he was so alone? She could not get through the husks to the kernel of what really actuated her. "Oh! nothing at all," answered Jack, sneeringly, "though this room's as much mine as yours, for that matter. The Vorsack house bore the stamp of Diane in every visible spot. " "What?" he barked. 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. You will find proofs of the bloody deed in his room.
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