“Awfully good of you, Teddy. He answered with the greatest assurance, that he knew nothing whatever of the matter—had seen no pocket-book, and no associate to give up. “This is Mr. The storm appeared to have blown over, for they were conversing in a very amicable manner with Mr. 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'll excuse it nevertheless," returned the little damsel, affectionately extending her hand to him. Or had she, like himself, been held up until the fellow returned to town? He waited, his ready humour anticipating her likely reaction. Be so good as to let me pass, sir,” she added, looking her obstructor steadily in the face.
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