Borne in the arms of a couple of assistants, and preceded by Mrs. But it was almost choked up with fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles. She uncrossed her legs and lowered herself, carefully and slowly, until she lay supine. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. The dress came to her only too manifestly unwashed from its former wearer; even the under-linen they gave her seemed unclean. Presently he began to weave a tale, sorry enough, with all the ancient claptraps and rusted platitudes. Now he thought she was so foolish that she knew only one stroke.
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