God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. "She was mine before you ever saw her. And if the woman is not a rival, she must be—yes, that must be it. Then she uttered a strangled, ‘Espéce de bête!’ and burst into tears. ” Ann Veronica was silent for a while. 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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