‘Still—here? Wasting your—time. ’
‘I have English a little,’ the girl offered, her voice shaking as she essayed a
smile and sank into a curtsy. But to confess about Gerald—
no, a thousand times. “I think—we all think that she is
wonderful. 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. "He has quite the air of one. ”
She smiled at him, an understanding smile, but her words defied him. Manning, her aunt and father, neighbors, customs, traditions, forces.
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