His large, coarse lips drew wider apart. "Here he is, waterman," exclaimed the benevolent carpenter. His hair flew out from the sides of his head like black bats from a belfry, it was unruly and long. Understand me! I forbid it. I would even have taken a place as waitress in a tea shop. 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. Women who Dids, and all that kind of thing. He removed his cocked hat and came towards her.
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