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The silence of Canton at night was sinister, for none could prophesy what form of mob might suddenly boil out. This is altogether insupportable. She uttered a little ejaculative note of joy and rushed to the bed. 'He that woos a maid',— fol-de-rol—(hiccupping). The pavement had been hastily picked up, and heaped across the end of the street, upon which planks, barrels, and other barricades, were laid. 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. “Are you going to the Vorsack’s for dinner tonight?” “Yes, I think I’ll stop by. ” “No,” she cried, “I will not. “We can be alone?” She inquired. A crisis had been reached, and she was almost glad it had been reached. He was always word-building, a metaphorist, lavish with singing adjectives; but often he built in confusion because it was difficult to describe something beautiful in a new yet simple way.
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