I sometimes laid away my father's clothes in his trunk. She pointed suddenly at the portrait. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. She knew that in her new rôle she was as likely as not to be a rank failure. Carp, tench, and roach were so divided that even the fins, heads and fleshless spines were sold. He did not so much cut into this conversation as loom over it, for he was a tall, if rather studiously stooping, man. As he proceeded, other painful reminiscences were aroused. Let him be sure. “Yes. 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. A dresser, a washstand, and a clothes press.
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