Michelle briskly made introductions and then joined the fray of conversations. 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. "Why didn't you come out when I called you, you young dog?" cried Quilt in a savage tone. Do you recall the night she showed you the face in the locket? Do you remember how she said—'If only my mother had lived'? Did you ever see anything more tender or beautiful?" "I remember. I undid his coat, and I took it from his pocket. You have to marry me.
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