" "You astonish me," said the stranger, in a voice full of emotion. Mr. She had a vision of policemen, reproving magistrates, a crowded court, public disgrace. 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 know my life is valuable to you, or you would not spare it. She had already killed more than she wanted to count, yet she had counted them still. As soon as he was gone, the two women divested themselves of their hoods and cloaks, and threw them, as if inadvertently, into the farthest part of the angle in the wall. She gathered her black purse, a pointless thing made of cardboard covered in sateen and bejeweled with an assortment of rhinestones. “I don’t want children, Lucy. It seemed to make her sister downcast beyond any precedent.
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