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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. I don’t defend it. It's only right that his people should know where he is and what has happened to him. " "Stand off, Poll," rejoined the woollen-draper; "I don't want to hurt you. The girl in the forward chair raised herself a little, the better to see the gorgeous blue palanquin of the dimly visible bride. It was the moment for smiles. And, lastly, to the Seven Cities o' Refuge, in the New Mint. She had a nut-brown skin, a swarthy upper lip, a merry black eye, a prominent bust, and a tun-like circumference of waist. "You will never leave me," sobbed the poor woman, straining him to her breast. A neighbor stopped by as the day wore on, causing her to duck and cower as he rang the doorbell over and over. She taught me how to crochet and cross stitch. “I have given it up,” she answered.
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