In the retrospect she was amazed to think how things had gone to pieces, for at
the outset she had been quite prepared to go home again upon terms. 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. Do you
know, I am beginning to believe that we only exist nowadays by the tolerance of
these millionaire tradesmen. What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a
registry perhaps. Everything I could do!
Your father sat up all night. The light disappeared. You’re just a particular being with
nothing else in the world to class with you. " And, walking
up to the animals, which were chained to the wall, they instantly recognised him,
and suffered the others to pass without barking. They are the only happy
women in the Orient.
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