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. It was easy to imagine great power in such a man. They talked of a new substitute for dripping in vegetarian cookery that Mrs. Ruth returned to the table. "My portrait!" echoed Jack. ” “I suppose all men,” said Ann Veronica, in a tone of detached criticism, “get some such entanglement. There'll be busy days and idle. "Are you hurt, Thames?" asked Jack, anxiously.
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