The Closing Scene. That’s all about it. She had been carrying them, he assumed, but then again the school had some particularly talented kids among the usual ruffians. The blue jowl, the fat-lidded eyes—now merry, now alert, now tungsten hard—the bullet head, the pudgy fingers and the square-toed shoes were all in conformation with the doctor's olden mental picture. In one of these seats, at the end of the aisle farthest removed from the chancel, the widow took her place, and addressed herself fervently to her devotions. She studied the face and tried to visualize the body, clothed in the dress which had created the spinsters' astonishment. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. But I never found any truth in the saying. What is it you’re after? Money, I suppose.
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