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Mrs Sindlesham’s mouth dropped open. 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. That’s about the beginning. Gerald began to ease forward, deciding just how he would accost her. About her, as she had gone day by
day to and from the Tredgold College, she had seen and not seen many an
incidental aspect of those sides of life about which girls are expected to know
nothing, aspects that were extraordinarily relevant to her own position and
outlook on the world, and yet by convention ineffably remote. But Jack did not heed them. And you talk like that! What the devil have you been up to, to land in this
bog?" It was a cast at random. ’
‘This is what you say of him? Me, I find he is growling all the time like a
dog. .
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