’ ‘What if she goes back to Charvill?’ demanded Roding. The discussion wandered, and was punctuated with bread and butter. “Oh, Veronica!” she said, “to leave your home!” She had been weeping. Some foul murder has been committed. The slack of her ridinghabit and full under-petticoats was gathered into her left hand, and her booted ankles were visible as she held the skirts well out of her way. Shoving between them, she confronted the captain herself. 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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