Lucy sat in back of Jane Lenihan, who never spoke to her. " O'Higgins emptied an inside pocket—and purposely let the battered photograph fall to the ground. "Spring!—I never knew any. She met him by the dugout after the game. O'Higgins was all that the doctor had imagined a detective to be: a bulky policeman in civilian clothes. 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. She had found that proof.
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