I’ve had my time and lost my chances. 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. Well, kill me. ’
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Chapter XXXII
SIX MONTHS AFTER
Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came
Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her
cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. So far she had not heard the sound of his voice. Fearful that she had given herself away, she
sank back down onto her stool. But oh, how weary I
am! I know. [Illustration: Distinctive Pictures Photoplay.
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