Perhaps Gerald was not as clothheaded as he had thought. 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. ‘Oh, peste. He seized a tray, squatted on the floor, and imitated the tom-tom. As he returned to the table, he put his finger to his nose; and, though he said nothing, he thought he had a much better chance of winning his wager. Unwillingly he drew a little nearer, and became one of the group of loiterers about the entrance.
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