Then he lifted the black cloak-like garment from the floor. 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. He would refuse to listen and absolve her unshriven. While this was passing, Jonathan had ridden back to Marvel to tell him that all was ready, and to give him his last instructions. "I suppose it didn't drop through the ceiling, did it? Are you quite sure it's flesh and blood?" asked he, playfully pinching its arm till it cried out with pain. ” It was, Ann Veronica felt, at once absurd and extraordinarily right. Two persons, besides the clergyman and sexton, alone attended the ceremony.
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