Her head dangled unnaturally for an instant, unleashed from its moorings, then sank to join her husband’s on the floor. “I have just ordered a carriage for her. She was her mother’s child, fair of face, doted upon and spoiled by her attentions. My son wanted to marry a woman of thirty in a tobacconist’s shop. “Your mother was a Gypsy.
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