‘Now then, my lad, you’re under arrest you are. They were only passers-by. She took up a book and threw it down again. ‘I can’t help but be sure,’ he returned shortly. Sheppard. 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. She had to wear cream and a brown sash and a short frock and her hair down, and Gwen cream and a brown sash and a long skirt and her hair up. She was a large, resilient girl, with a foolish smile, a still more foolish expression of earnestness, and a throaty contralto voice. You see, I have had to look after myself so long that I have developed a terrible bump of independence. I wasn't taught that; I simply fell into it from contact. Mike seemed visibly happier at her remark.
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