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. org/donate Section 5. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. ” Chapter XIV “THIS IS MY WIFE” Anna, notwithstanding her momentary fright in the middle of the day, was in high spirits. . These were less like streets than labyrinths, hewn through an eternal twilight. Even now she was dazed. “Don’t they look like a pair of young lovers sleeping off a tryst?” He observed. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night.
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