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. She felt her heartbeat accelerate until it was pounding her chest. " "Anything like that?" "Yes; but the colour is lavender. “Where is she?” He would yell even louder until she was sure that people in faraway fishing boats could probably hear him. These passers-by who touch us but lightly and are gone, leaving the eternal imprint! So long as she lived, Ruth would always remember that embrace. " "Here are your despatches," said Jonathan with a significant look, and giving him a sealed packet.
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