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If Miss Charvill should take it into her head to dash off on some foolish errand, go with her by all means. It must be somewhere hereabouts. 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. But this time she wanted nothing for herself: she wanted something for Hoddy—success. “How has the world taken it?” he asked.
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