He had a quick, shrewd, merry eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. . ” He stated. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. It was cheating, pitiful cheating. “I’m not sure whether we don’t rather overdo all this higher education,” he said, with an effect of conveying profound meanings. 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 should say that having a doubt was enough to condemn it.
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