“Now,” he said, “no one can blunder in upon us. "Children," said the aunt, first to awake, "be young fools as long as God will permit you. As sure as you're sitting there, Mr. “That sounds quite absurd,” she answered. I have strength enough to drag myself there, and I do not want to return. My foster mother, Janine, wasn’t much fatter. 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’s artificially chance.
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