As time went on, she began to think Martha had been mistaken. . Morgan the trader did not haggle over the pearls, but gave me at once what he judged a fair price. He wasn't quite hard enough to win worldly success; that was his fault. 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. Suddenly he burst into wild laughter; but equally as suddenly something strangled the sound in his throat. The day was warm even under an overcast sky and Hilary, uncomfortable, shifted his weight. He led her unerringly, pushing her down the narrow stairway that had been the servants’ access to the upper floors, and thence through a small door that led into the chapel.
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