A ragged gray moustache drooped from the corners of his mouth and a ragged wisp of whisker hung from his chin. She then dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down beside him. Her stomach growled, and she clutched at it in reaction, haphazardly observing that the gown had been changed to silk. “I don’t think you see,” she replied, with tears on her cheeks, and her brows knitting, “how it shames and, ah!—disgraces me—AH TISHU!” She put down the tray with a concussion on her toilet-table.
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