But why do you ask?" "Because—" stammered the boy. Anna was unimpressed. She began to want to lay her head down on his chest but absolutely denied herself. She wanted to think. I was afraid that I might be called upon as a witness. 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. "Aye—to pretend to her that you don't care. "I told you I would call to bid you farewell, Mr.
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