“Why should one pretend?” she whispered. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds of a linsey-woolsey shawl. ” “I think, Mr. " "I was educated in America. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination. A swift frown brought the still dark brows together for a moment.
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