‘It—it is—nothing,’ she uttered jerkily. I
wish very much that you had written before leaving Paris. What you would look upon as immorality
is here merely an established custom, three thousand years older than
Christianity, accepted with no more ado than that which would accompany you
should you become a clerk in a shop. 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.
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