Her parents totally look the other way. 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. No mother would have sent her daughter into the world with such a wardrobe. \"Just fine, John. She had been obliged to wait all morning for the opportunity to talk to Martha, who chose always to retire to her cell for the period of recreation that preceded afternoon prayers. Don’t you think? Tum, tay, tum, tay. “Oh! please don’t lose yourself in a wilderness of secondary considerations,” she said.
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