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. God help me. Detention was merry for the other detainees. . . Her eyes noted it mercilessly. “Excuse me a moment. She could not look at him through an interval that seemed to her a vast gulf of time. ’ ‘Even if they militiamen weren’t there, miss,’ cautioned her cavalier, ‘you couldn’t go marching into the house open like. " "Come, jump up," cried Blueskin, mounting his steed, "and I'll soon wisk you to town. Always at your service. Was the young lady impatient for experience? Was she adventurous? As a man of the world he did not think it becoming to accept maidenly calm as anything more than a mask. ” “Do what?” “Oh!—anything.
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