That's the way it goes. 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. He too was flushed and ruffled; one side of his collar had slipped from its stud and he held a hand to the corner of his jaw. "May I beg to know whom I've the pleasure of adressing? Jackson, I conclude, is merely an assumed name. "Does your father doubt it? Speak! tell me!" Winifred made no answer. ‘You do not dare look in my clothes. That was how she projected it, and in general terms it seemed plausible and possible.
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