‘You are the one that I have met in London. I saw her face and it was the face that had been hidden from me in dreams, a face very much like yours, Lucia. While they were thus occupied, a maid-servant entered the room, and stated that a person was without who had a packet for Captain Darrell, which must be delivered into his own hands. His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand. ” He panted. She wanted to cry out upon herself for the uttermost fool in existence. This was no night for the indulgence of dreamy musing. “What makes you ask such a question, Vee?” she said. 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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