She kept him talking all the way to the doorstep of the
Beck's home, a small 1970s brown split-level in the old
part of town. " She
opened the book which she had brought to the table. “Wise! Kind! What mockery words are! I came because I had to. About this conception of ownership he perceived and
desired a certain sentimental glamour, he liked everything properly dressed, but
it remained ownership. 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. ”
“Perhaps not,” she answered. "
"Almighty God! is this possible?" exclaimed Thames. That was the glorious if
bewildering truth. Could she go through with it? She must. I’ve got nothing to do for a month but think.
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