" The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast. The same teardrop bust, the same long waist, the same thick legs. Her eyes glistened in the darkness—for light was only admitted through a small grated window—like flames, and, as she fixed them on him, their glances seemed to penetrate his very soul. She hoped desperately that Mrs.
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