Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. "Can you not love him?" "Love him!" echoed the widow. She was dressed in a simple evening gown of soft creamy silk, with a yoke of dark old embroidery that enhanced the gentle gravity of her style, and her black hair flowed off her open forehead to pass under the control of a simple ribbon of silver. Maggot, kissing her hand to him. It was as if the Devil himself had raped and defiled her mother. This time there wasn't any doubt.
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