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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. "'A wonderful fact to reflect
upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and
mystery to every other. He did not have to. "Aren't you afraid?"
"Of what?"—serenely. The
struggles of the wounded man were desperate—so desperate, that in his agony
he overset the table, and, in the confusion, tore off the cloth, and disclosed a face
horribly mutilated, and streaming with blood. So he made his dispositions and
went off on some other fool’s errand. ’
‘But I have told you I have not another dagger, even a little one. All
right! I’m off. ”
He could feel a small bump where he knew a cavity of
smooth flesh should reside. Almost light-heartedly. Prison was beastly.
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