See!" she added, tearing the rag from her head,—"I had beautiful black hair once. It was 1582. ‘What are you going to do now, Gerald?’ He sipped his wine and shrugged. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him, that he could not help joining in her grief. "Gracious Heaven!—is she the inmate of a mad-house?" "She is, Sir," answered the woollen-draper, sadly, "driven there by her son's misconduct. “Yes I did. There was no sense in creating further difficulties for herself by arguing with the sergeant over her identity. She then dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down beside him. People, nobody, can do as they like in this world. She was almost tempted to tell him, if only to see the cracks of surprise and incredulity break the immobility of his yellow countenance.
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