A few short, dark locks, escaping from beneath her head-dress, showed that her hair had been removed, and had only been recently allowed to grow again. “Oh! I wish,” she said, “that people thought alike about these things. "It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir," rejoined the widow; "but, poor as it is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets. Oh, what have you been about now?’ ‘There is no need to be concerned. " "My boots! Fire and fury! They won't fit you; they are too large. " "What is it?" "That you give 'em to me. I don’t care what divides us.
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