“No. He walked her home. “What do you mean, hanging round with my wife?” he answered fiercely. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. Gerald caught the look and slipped the weapon into his pocket. Something in her lack of embarrassment irritated him. She had viewed them askance, and without exchanging ideas with any one else in the world about them. Many a black veil hid a high-born dame, and the religious habit was no protection. The thin stream of blood on which her eyes were fastened with a nameless horror reached almost to her feet. 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. “They wanted me to identify some one whom I had certainly never seen before in my life, and to tell you the truth, they were positively rude to me because I could not. I'll leave these out, and to-morrow you can read them through. “Sold again,” she remarked.
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