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“Come in. 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. ‘Come, cry
a truce. I can’t forget about your sister. 133
“TRY ME!” He yelled, his voice booming into the
cacophony beyond the walls. By instinct. He turned in
at the club. MANNING,” she had begun. But Ann Veronica had still to get to her
chief topic.
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