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. " "Professional?" "Why do you wish to know?" "Professional nurses wear a sort of uniform. He lowered himself onto her and entered her slowly, an inch at a time. Mike offered twice to beat John up, but Lucy talked him out of it much to his disappointment. " "He has done too much already," answered the widow. He recalled with exasperating perplexity her clear, matter-of-fact tone as she talked about love-making being unconvincing. Whether it was the nun’s habit or the harlot’s clothing that distressed her more, he could not begin to guess. She was ashamed of herself for the simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s screams ended. That is why I called myself Anna.
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