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She took refuge in beating her pillow and inventing insulting epithets for herself. As she had dreaded, the police officer in the car was politely waiting for John to depart, and exited the squad as soon as John turned at the Pine Crest stop sign. 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. She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. Jack, meanwhile, heard, the shouts, and, though alarmed by them, held on a steady course. If nothing else had clinched that, the purse had. “I am sure of it. The phone did not ring. "Surely," she said, after a pause, "you don't attach any importance to what my mother has just said. "Stop him!" shouted Jonathan from the stair-head, "stop him! It's Jack Sheppard!" "Give way!" cried Jack fiercely.
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