” He would say every time she wore it. And now, my love," she added, with a relenting look, "I'm content to make up our quarrel. ‘Madwoman,’ he screamed back, as he climbed over the next pew, eyes darting down briefly to check for his sword. 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. " Spurlock obeyed mechanically. . ‘It is pretty. “At a boarding-house?” he gasped.
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