‘I do not understand you. It was just as easy to pretend she was watching one when she was actually watching the other. ’ Her flesh crept. She paused. You never can go back. " "Only as a brother?" persisted Kneebone. 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.
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