But to plunge blindly into the unknown!" "I had to! I had to!" She had told him only the first part of her story. We had better have it over. 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. “But, dear, think! He is your father. From McClintock's came an infernal tinkletinkle, tump-tump! There was no composing with such a sound hammering upon the ear. He continued his ditty, in spite of the angry glances of his leader.
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