She saw herself building up a life upon that —a life restrained, kindly, beautiful, a little pathetic and altogether dignified; a life of great disciplines and suppressions and extensive reserves. Her father was an astute businessman and a hard worker, but also handsome in the face which had aided partly his ascension to the Guild. It would hurt no one. Her white shirt was ridiculously utilitarian, but fitted in all the right places, he smirked. 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. "You will make me the happiest of mankind," cried the woollen-draper, falling on his knees, and seizing her hand, which he devoured with kisses. "A little suffering will do him good. I went to her rooms to-night. I'll see her myself; and that's more than she bargained for, I'll be sworn. All they left it was the moon and stars.
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