He relayed many details of the location and the beautiful rivers of her home, a subject she never tired of. 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. Grace-church Street was entirely deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along it. She became as The Tigress, a free thing. . She pointed. “She found my collection of witchcraft books under my bed and threw them away.
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