"Get from under it, Jack!" vociferated Thames. It has been very humiliating. 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. Miraculously, her schoolmates were so upswept in their own summer planning that they had no time to interrogate her. "My mother,—my poor mother!" exclaimed Jack. ” Or someone, she thought with disgust. That is what they think we are for!” “We’re beasts,” said Teddy. Do you want me, too?” “Yes,” she whispered foolishly, in the throes of rapture.
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