" "Man, in God's name, come with me and tell her this!" urged Spurlock. 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. " Taking Jack into a shed behind the workshop the smith in a short time freed him from his fetters. ’ ‘The tables, they are turned, I think,’ she returned.
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