Marina gently passed the swaddled infant to his mother, who sat down on the bed proudly to nurse the baby, extracting a fat breast from her heavy gown. Then she looked up the sweep of pine-trees to the towering sunlit cliffs and the high heaven above and then back to his face. "Oh lord! I hope not. ‘Would you care for some refreshment? A glass of wine, perhaps?’ ‘Nothing, merci, I do not remain,’ she answered, although she did not rise. Lucy propped Michelle against a thick, knobby tree stump. "I am no man's mistress," answered the widow, crimsoning to her temples, but preserving her meek deportment, and humble tone.
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