I would speak with you. Say I will come to him. Daughters were not like sons. 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. One more passer-by; and always would she remember his patience and tenderness and disinterestedness. .
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