Mr. Love and lavender, he thought, perhaps wistfully. 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. But the father, to go his way forever alone! The iron in the man!—the iron in this child of his! Wanting a little love, a caress now and then. "Shotbolt! by—" cried Austin, as the captive was dragged forth. . ” She looked at her toes.
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