" "He'll scarcely need a plaister," replied Mrs. She sensed he might try and wane on her doorstep. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles. ‘Oh, we was always in there, miss,’ admitted Joan, moving closer. Come, mon ami, come!’ Ever faithful, Kimble dragged himself into a sitting position, gasping at the pain this caused him. But it was only six-thirty. Then she called a hansom and drove home. "Our worthy friend was going to observe, Ma'am, that we never fail in our devotion to the fair sex," said Mr. 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. It comforts him when he is most forlorn.
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