I don't believe he is much past forty. The beautiful city that she had been awed by and even grown to love had been abandoned. “If you cannot listen to me now it must remain undelivered. 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. Laying these carefully aside, he restored the drawer to its place. A fever of shame ran through her being. ’ She advanced towards him.
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