Double-crossing wouldn't do any good. He pushed her small hand into his jeans. Her husband was drinking in the tavern with the other guests. 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. These sweeping dignities were not within the compass of her will; she remembered she liked Ramage, and owed things to him, and she was interested—she was profoundly interested. “Ungracious little beast, I call her. There was nothing in the pockets of the coat.
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