She held it away from her with an instinctive repulsion, born of her unconquerable antipathy to the touch of strangers. "Where is it?" "Are you the mother of this child?" inquired the person who had first spoken, addressing Mrs. ” They were in the elder Widgett girl’s bedroom; Hetty was laid up, she said, with a sprained ankle, and a miscellaneous party was gossiping away her tedium. Yet every now and then, during the progress of the meal, his attention apparently wandered, and leaning forward he glanced covertly at Anna with a curious mixture of expressions on his face. She put her mouth on him. What had she to do with such as these? She had hard work to keep a smiling face, as Mrs.
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