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Peg after peg had gone down his blistered throat, but never had a smile touched his lips, never had his gaze roved inquisitively. . 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. That sounds kind of funny," said O'Higgins. Here was a poor half-naked creature, with a straw crown on his head, and a wooden sceptre in his hand, seated on the ground with all the dignity of a monarch on his throne. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen.
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