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" "Never to return," remarked Jack, gloomily. White told me where to find you. Emile Gosse must know his only chance was to be rid of Melusine. 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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