A slow anger burned in the man. ’ Gerald laughed. 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 lifted her shoulders in an eloquent shrug. ’ ‘Because you are a pig!’ retorted Melusine hotly. He removed his cocked hat and came towards her. Wood, in a taunting tone. You called her a wanton!" "Because I had every reason to believe she was one.
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