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. Anna held out her hand, and he paused. "But if it is your mother, send her about her business. They buried him in Willesden churchyard after the robbery. The bars dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the staple. " "Perhaps I'm too tired to plan for to-morrow.
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