What else could one say? I left him to suppose—a registry perhaps. With this she now entered. 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. Spurling; "however I consent. Lord Charvill’s sense of justice would not, however, allow him to repudiate his granddaughter, if indeed this female proved to be the infant lost to the family so many years ago. ’ ‘I still think you ought to have waited, miss. ” Ann Veronica made no answer. He then tried the door of Mr. I love you. "I am expected, I find," observed Jack, glancing at the well-covered board. “I think as I feel in a good humour it must be the latter.
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