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‘And she. How is she?’ said my aunt, sharply.
Mr Chillip laid his head a little more on one side, and looked at my aunt like an amiable bird.
‘The baby,’ said my aunt. ‘How is she?’
‘Ma’am,’ returned Mr Chillip, ‘I apprehended you had known. It’s a boy.’
My aunt said never a word, but took her bonnet by the strings, in the manner of a sling, and aimed a blow at Mr Chillip’s head with it, put it on bent, walked out, and never came back.