‘I see well that I am dealing with
you. 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. Down on me
luck, I was, and they took me in. ”
“Have you been getting enough sleep lately, Martin?”
He almost tripped. \"I had a good time tonight. You are not playing to-night, are you?”
“Not to-night,” she answered. She cursed the treachery of
memory, its frailty and spottiness.
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