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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. They’re just a joyous softening of the outline—more beautiful than perfection. Without a word, the general reached out and took them, but his glance searched the girl’s face. “You are not boring me,” she said, “but I would rather talk of something else. "Ah!" exclaimed Lady Trafford, exerting all her strength. She backed away from him. T’weren’t fitting, we knew that. While the strife was raging, Edgeworth Bess walked up to Rachel, and advised her, if she valued her life, not to scream or stir from the spot; a caution which the housekeeper, whose curiosity far outweighed her fears, received in very good part. .
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