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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. “A bad thing for me when that legacy came. ‘Gérard!’ ‘Yes, it’s I,’ he said, and grinned. Never be downhearted. Don’t go back into Victorian respectability and pretend you don’t know and you can’t think and all the rest of it. There you are! Girl spoilt for life. . ” “It would be my pleasure, madame. \" She said, feeling the salmon sitting idly in her belly. ” “I’m so glad.
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