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. Amongst others who attended the sad ceremony was Mr. “Miss Pellissier, isn’t it?” he said. ” He shrugged his shoulders. She made herself serenely unaware of his existence, though it may be it was his presence that sent her by the field detour instead of by the direct path up the Avenue. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. I'll tell you something.
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