” He commented, seeing the car in the drive. “My dear man,” she exclaimed, “wasn’t that a foregone conclusion?” “You treat the matter lightly,” he continued. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. We were worried. John’s demeanor shifted. The meat was coarse and disagreeably served. He looked half at her and half at the sky. “The white unaggressive woman who corrects and nurses and serves, and is worshipped and betrayed—the martyr-queen of men, the white mother. 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. . . . So that it seemed to her the whole world had changed —the very light of it had changed.
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