She appeared not to have realised the implications of her outburst, but clung a little to Gerald’s hands which had taken hers in a comforting clasp. “I think I ought to have one. A time may come when this little chap will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in Owen Wood. ” “But do you really think men’s minds are altered by the food they eat?” “I know it,” said Miss Miniver. She spotted her opportunity. " "Well, well, since you desire it, I'll say no more," returned Wood. I speak no harm of her. 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.
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