"If I were your father, young gentleman," returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, "I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to. 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. It was nothing like the big church wedding she wanted, but nothing could shame her greater than to have a child out of wedlock. But, taking the chisel from Blueskin, Jack quickly forced back the bolt. "Speak English?" boomed the voice. She stood up before him, smiling faintly.
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