They got to go home
and eat Campbell’s Chicken Soup. Jackson. 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. From under his pillow he
dragged forth the key to the trunk. His body went
limp, and as he withdrew she ironically found herself at
the doorway for the first time in her life of being truly
aroused. The moment he was out in the hall, Ruth sat up
hugging and rocking her body in delight. Ann
Veronica was apologetic to the bottom of her soul. The unfortunate woman was stretched upon the floor, with a bloody knife in her
hand.
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