” “It is,” he replied, “the one humiliation of my life. Spare me yet a little while, Father! not for my own sake, but for the sake of this poor babe. But De Maupassant—sheer off! Stick to Dickens and Thackeray and Hugo. 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. She donned her gloves.
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