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 can see why you lost your place, young Kimble. Saint Giles's Round-house. In her sitting-room I found Montague Hill. Wood. But how am I to know of things?” “Some things I hope you may never know,” he said. . Frankly, it is the funniest thing which has ever happened to me in my life.
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