"Goodness only knows what he's reserved for," rejoined the widow in a desponding tone; "but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his bed. For your information, it was paradise there. Something has happened to change her marvellously, either that, or she wilfully deceived me and every one else in those days as to her real self. No breakfast, he’s had no dinner, hardly a mouthful of soup— since yesterday at tea. Marry, come up! I'm not so easily deluded. 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. “I am frightened now. If the young ladies were dowerless, which seemed likely, their attire at least—so Lucilla assured him in a whisper—was of the first stare. “Why do you need to go for a walk, Michelle?” Diane asked darkly. ” Anna wheeled an easy chair to the fire. It pained Lucy to see Mike eating so sparely. She would marry him. I don’t want to get old or to watch my kids get married or retire.
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