“These are her rooms,” she said. 95
The officer showed her into the sleepy suburban
police station, a hub of inactivity on Sunday night except
for herself and a slightly drunk woman who had been
brought in for DUI. '—'Pretty well,' says I; 'you're not badly off at the Friars, for that
matter. "There's another
instance of your wilfulness and want of taste. . “No!” she exclaimed. She meant to leave anyway, or so
she would tell herself later. He wore a battered sunhelmet, a loin-cloth and a pair of dilapidated canvas shoes. “Young lady! Are you sure you’re of legal age to be
smoking those cigarettes?”
“No, I’m not of legal age. 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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