“A thick-set, coarse-looking young man, Anna!” she exclaimed in a hoarse excited whisper. Wood brought up. 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. “Stop this—this humbugging,” he explained. And now I've another job for you. Taking the light, they then proceeded along the passage.
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