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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. ‘Shall we abandon the guard, then, sir?’ ‘Certainly not. The room was dark and dusty. " "And why not?" asked Kneebone, eagerly. “My darling!” he said, clasping her resolutely in his arms, “my dearest!” “Mr. "Not a moment is to be lost," whispered Jonathan to Trenchard. “See you at school tomorrow.
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