Such names shone brightly in the darkness, with black spaces of unilluminated emptiness about them, as stars shine in the night; but now—now it was different; now it was dawn—the real dawn. ” “But what are you going to do—where are you going to live?” Annabel asked. “A modern girl does understand these terms. ” “You will let us hear from you—let us know where you are, very soon?” Annabel called out from the step. 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 tasted freedom now, and so far she had not felt the need of protection.
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