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. ” “I feel—All this is the rightest of all conceivable things. He kissed her fingers and grinned. Would you stand by me—and her?” “My dear Nigel!” she exclaimed.
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