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crimson silk, the bosoether under her soft chin by a little pearl pin; her lace

undersleeves were pushed back so that William could see the lovely

lines of her white wrists Her parted hair fell in soft, untidy waves

down over her ears; she was staring absently across David's head into

the fire

"I wish," Williaht

some time Take David with you It would cheer hi of the forlorn oldfour-poster,

that such a vision of maternity and peace would be pleasant to look

upon "He wouldn't use David's bad word to you, I am sure"

"Wouldn't he?" she said

For once the doctor's mind was nimble, and he said in quick

expostulation: "Co

about poor Sa yourself Why, Mrs Richie, you are no more

responsible for his folly than I am"