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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. My arm's nearly well again. How will we get there, I’d like to know? We’ve no money. You can trust me, Anna. "Take it," cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; "take it, and fly. “Pretend,” he said, “that all I have said hasn’t been said. "They say her son's taken at last, and is to be hanged. “In Paris our lives were far apart, and we had seldom the same friends. Listen to me, Thames. "I'm my own master now, and I'll do as I please. Do you think it’s nothing to me to have my daughter running about London looking for odd jobs and disgracing herself?” “Sha’n’t get odd jobs,” said Ann Veronica, wiping her eyes. ” “But what are you going to do—where are you going to live?” Annabel asked. “I supposed that he took off his hat to you.
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