”
“Pretty name. “I’ll buy a new one. That he was immolating Ruth on the altar of his conscience never broke in upon
his thought for consideration. But, you see, she HAS to lie up. Look in the small hide-bound
book that he keeps in his boot. “There ought to be a Censorship
of Books. 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. For was not Gerald a gentleman? An
Englishman, whose services any female—excluding her own self so idiote—
would be very happy to have. He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung
there.
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