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. I wonder if a man can quite understand that passionate feeling? It is quite a passionate feeling. Majorities, right or wrong, dare not revolt. She possessed what he affected to despise, but secretly worshipped—the innate charm of breeding. “They ought to have been lopped in the spring. “It is your sister and her husband,” he said. He sat alone in his brother’s old car night after night that summer, staring blankly at the red sky beyond the abandoned farmhouse where she had once shown him her secrets. But I have two hundred thousand pounds. And it has been well for you that he imagines the child was drowned. "He has been indefatigable in his search," continued Winifred, "and has even journeyed to Manchester. Why don’t you wait and see if you do truly love me, then I can believe you? Then I know I am worth waiting for.
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