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“My wife refused absolutely to have anything more to do with me. 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. She was correct, and when I went directly to the street she had named, there you were, walking into the Butcher Shop. Humph!" "What's the matter?" "Sh!" Spurlock passed by on the way to the bar. ’ ‘In a somewhat roundabout fashion, if you ask me,’ came in a mutter from her old nurse, very much in her usual style. “Come with me. Terrific yells rent the air. She will take me in until I can make some plans. . “Because I hate you!” She spat. Too close, he reasoned, for safety.
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