”
They clambered down the hill together. ’
‘Oh, that,’ Gerald said cautiously. "Hurrah!" shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. I can bear
anything but suspense. I was in hopes you'd be content
with my hat and wig. I'm thinking that the Wastrel was one day a celebrated
professional; and the women were partly the cause of his fall. 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. ‘Tee-ree-sa. Besides, you've secrets which must not be disclosed. Bu I can
speak to that point.
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