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. She turned her head away sharply. I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff. Somehow I haven’t connected the idea with you. She closed her eyes as if asleep, her hands folded neatly on her abdomen. But he promised to give me a couple of guineas if I'd ascertain whether it fitted your locks.
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