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. We'll have him on his way before many days. ’ ‘Just what I thought, miss. Excited by the scene, Jack, however, could pay little attention to the good man's discourse, and was lost in a whirl of tumultuous emotions. ” “It isn’t,” said Mr. Then they would leave and she would go back to being alone. The place was gloomy, with its darkly panelled walls, but it was sparsely furnished.
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