She stopped abruptly, and looked in a flower-shop window. Once they were on the move, Kimble seemed to find strength from somewhere. To work then he went, and with wonderful industry filed off two of the iron bars. She broke a cobblestone over his head and he was out. He sat down beside her and stroked her hair. 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. “Not a bit of it,” he said; “it’s only a score in a game. To be with you is the best moral tonic I know.
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