Wasn’t easy, I can tell you. 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. And he had good reason before long to congratulate himself on his forbearance. And you know all about that shot. “I have a special surprise for you, Lucia. Lucy sat paralyzed, as still as Tiger Lily on the death raft. It was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. “So she must have had you fairly young, right?” Lucy nodded again. Down in my part of the world it's all a man has to go by.
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