She did not see the metal pole swing toward the back
of her skull, nor did she feel her own blood spoiling her
light hair after the dull crack of metal broke her flesh. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the
station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. ’
A trifle discomposed at being caught examining his surroundings, Gerald was
provoked into retort. 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. She was beautiful once,
Lucia. I
am bothered.
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