His Other Wife: A Novel — page 83: what you’re looking at

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RACHEL, 75 features. Only the vivid and startling brightness of deepest black eyes indicate the remains of a passionate life, which must once have quickened the stony face. On the opposite side of the chimney an old woman sits in a low rocking-chair crooning a subdued air to the baby that she is hushing to sleep. But the little one will not rest, and the nurse rises and lays it on the pale woman’s lap, to whom she says, coaxingly : ‘“Come, honey, let de chile nus’ little bit; she must be hungry—she won’t go to sleep.” The lady made no motion to notice or to nurse the fret- ful infant, but continued to gaze out at the dismal rack over the face of heaven. The nurse removed and fed the baby from a bottle, after which it went to sleep and was placed in a cradle beside the bed. With a long, compassionate look at the silent figure by the fireside, the nurse left the chamber and descended the narrow stairway just outside the door. After a short space other steps were heard remounting, and the Indian entered the room with a bowl of some smoking broth in his hand, He placed himself on a chair near to the lady, who had not given any sign of observing his entrance. ‘‘My dear, you will drink a mouthful of this good broth for me, won't you? I made it with os own hands, It is excellent.” ——-- Comicbooks: (E(@) 3