" "Did he owe you money?" "Oh, no!" "Then why do you wish to know?" Ah Cum pondered. "Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. The feeling of last days grew stronger with her as their number diminished. . " "Don't worry about that. But I don’t care; I haven’t a spark of shame. She chuckled. 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. " "Not at fisticuffs, perhaps," interrupted Jack, fiercely; "but I've my knife. 6. " "A word," cried the boy, as the janizary was preparing to obey his master's orders.
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