“She contrives somehow to strike the personal note in an amazing manner. ” 227 “Your family?” “She was my first wife, and because she turned me, she was like a mother to me. She dismissed the whole subject with a little shrug of the shoulders. ‘Will you stop hedging? I’m hanged if I go on with this ridiculous cat and mouse game. No one ate with as much passionate gusto as a teenager could. 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. What is it?" "Is there anything I can do?" The idiocy of the question filled him with the craving of laughter.
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