People were passing in the
street below. The Enschede Bible—the one out of which she read—had been strangely
mutilated. \"Sorry. Wood, in deploring his wild career, adverted to the melancholy condition to
which it had reduced his mother. 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. All three, then, burst into an immoderate fit of laughter. The Becks were the best foster family that she had ever
had. ”
As Lucy got up to fetch Michelle a box of tissue, her
mind spun wildly. There was nothing to replace the all
important letter from her father. "
"Oh! of course," rejoined Mrs.
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