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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. Luckily I’m not. " Ten minutes later, the doctor,
having marshalled all his facts chronologically, began his tale. Sheer calculation on
his. At least, you are one, and I am disguised like one. Her soul was
full of the sense of disaster. “Women are mocked,” she said. I deemed it more
prudent to send him to the Dark House than to bring him here, in case of any
search after him by his adoptive father—the carpenter Wood. Smith decidedly the plainest of the
two. “You’ll get me to allude to it, but you’d have to torture
me to admit it. This chap's recovery all
depends upon the care he receives. .
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