in her arms a child , a baby of some three months old , who winkedwinkand turnedturnaside its little face from the too vivid light of day ; because its existence , heretofore , had brought it acquaintanceacquaintanceonly with the grey twilight of a dungeon , or other darksome apartment of the prison .
Not anxious to come in contact with their fangs , I sat still ; but , imaginingimaginethey would scarcely understand tacit insults , I unfortunately indulged in winkingwinkand making facesfaceat the trio , and some turn of my physiognomy so irritatedirritatedmadam , that she suddenly broke into a furyfuryand leaptleapton my knees .