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"What do you mean?" cried Winifred in alarm. “Neither Sydney nor I would think of such a thing. " "Jack!" cried Thames, in indignant surprise. 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. The less she lived, in fact, the better. She would always be waiting upon this boy, he mused. He was unaware that his illness had opened the way to the inherent conscience and that the acquired had been temporarily blanketed, or that there was any ancient fanaticalism in his blood. Neither he nor Gerald chose to attire themselves in full military rig on fashionable occasions such as this. ‘Do please continue,’ Gerald begged, deceptively docile. But the relief from the strain of her immediate necessities was immense. While I am talking about your friends, I feel—I think you ought to know how I look at it.
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