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 refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. Tombs were desecrated, beautiful statues toppled, and the colorful shops that she had been enchanted by along the canal had been closed or burned. Was she interested in that young ass who was risking his bones over there in the city? They had come up on the same boat. It was hard to associate her with the stories which he and all Paris had heard of “Alcide. She tucked her stick under her arm and re-read Manning’s letter.
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