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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. He found that the skiff had been dashed against one of the buttresses of the bridge. “We were good friends in Paris, weren’t we? You made me all sorts of promises, we planned no end of nice things, and then—without a word to any one you disappeared. "Get a chair, Austin. “Do you believe me now?” She asked. I'll bet you haven't given her a bucket of paint in three years. “I ought to look up Gwen,” she said. “No.
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