Earles asked sharply. 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. Sometimes we had the Illustrated London News and Tit-Bits. Why do you think I’m indulging in all this very un-English love talk?’ ‘But you are idiot, Gérard. But I found it no laughing matter, I can assure you. Only I wish—I wish to-day I was a thousand times, ten thousand times more beautiful. He was content to watch her accepting compliments and gaudy bouquets full of red roses, white carnations, and purple statice. Ann Veronica had one of her flashes of insight. “Well?” she said, sitting down again. I won't keep you long. It warms me, and lights me, and fills my world with flowers. It seemed to him that a sort of mist had risen up between them.
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