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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. That’s the fact of the matter. Hist!" cried he, as a scream was heard from without. From then on he was Ruth's dog. ‘Even the nuns they say I am like a devil. ‘Don’t be silly. We never started out in any high-browed manner to scandalize and Shelleyfy. "Not a single whooper-upter! Nothing but torment and remorse … and Ruth! Children, put your arms around me. " "Many kinds; a thorough outlaw. She is no longer mine; she is yours. She had thought to wear it now, since she must look more the demoiselle. " "Almighty God! is this possible?" exclaimed Thames. " "As for that, I don't say. " "I should like a little of that plum-tart," said Mrs.
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