Sheppard put out her arms mechanically. The elements were wrathful as their passions. She kept opening her eyes and looking at it. ‘Until today. ‘It is seldom enough I am visited by anyone at all, let alone a personable young redcoat. And what on earth do you want to darken your eyebrows and use so much make-up for at your age? You’re exactly twenty-three, and you’re got up as much as a woman of forty-five. You have shown an almost feverish anxiety to eliminate from your personal appearance all that reminded me of you —when we first met. 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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