" "Oh, that!" He raised his head, staring at her in blank astonishment. His frame was wasted, and slightly bent; his eyes were hollow, his complexion haggard, and his beard, which had remained unshorn during his hasty journey, was perfectly white. He learnt that his sister was privately married—the name or rank of her husband could not be ascertained—and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in the Borough, where she had given birth to a son. They carried no more than bare subsistence wages; and they demanded all her time and energy. She did not wince. He looked just as Julian had the night she had first met him outside the Joliet Laundromat. Every article in the trunk was fully known to her, through a recounting of the list by the doctor.
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