I just suppose it isn’t worth the trouble. ‘Come,
mademoiselle. 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 is impossible. In
Larry’s old Cadillac sedan, she sat in the backseat as Larry
drove and Cathy sat beside him. But how could you get—Who gave you credit?
“You see,” said Ann Veronica, “my landlady kept on my room while I was in
Holloway, and the fees for the College mounted up pretty considerably. The thought of Capes flooded her being like long-veiled sunlight breaking
again through clouds.
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