“I’d never have a day of peace again, John. The touch of her hands was pleasurable. He needed to laugh, but only she laughed as he chuckled weakly. ” The full significance of her words did not instantly appear to him. He had meant to come at his business in a roundabout way, but for that little slip. "Whose child can this be?" "How the devil should I know!" replied Jonathan gruffly. "You will be wanting your broth, Hoddy," she said. " "And perish upon the gibbet," rejoined Jonathan contemptuously. This lapse was possibly due to her apparent determination to make full protest of Hilary’s conduct. 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.
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