. 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. So I made haste and recovered. I've a couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old Sharples's care. “Dinner is served, m’m,” said the efficient parlor-maid in the archway, and the worst was over. But, be like a son to her. The Storm. “I will tell you the truth. God forgive you!" "May He, indeed, forgive me!" returned Trenchard, crossing himself devoutly; "but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped. A girl—at my age—is grown-up.
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