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. ‘I don’t want to hurt you any more. Cathy's eyebrows perked up. . “I wonder which of us is right,” she said. I have proofs of many things that can endanger you. "No matter how much I tell of myself, I shall always keep something back. You must think of this evening, John, sometimes—as a sort of atonement. He’s dead.
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