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" "That I'll engage not to do. 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. What's-your-name?" "Shotbolt, Sir," replied the jailer. Still unconscious of anything he did physically. . A gust of irrational impatience blew through her being. They were talking of “Alcide,” as they often did in those days.
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