“Someone must have found it and taken good care of it. And now her mind was so full of the thought that she was in love—in love!—that marvellous state! that I really believe she had some dim idea of talking to him about it. But as the students sat about Miss Garvice’s tea-pot and drank tea or smoked cigarettes, the talk got away from Capes. 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. Under his arm he carried a thick, knotted crab-stick. “What is the exact force of a motif?” she asked at random. Shari tried a dozen new makeups on her, and Cathy spritzed her with her best perfume, Chanel Number Five.
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