” She batted his arms and slapped him, angrily twisting from his grasp. 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. ‘If you are not going to visit Charvill today, I’ll escort you back to the convent in Golden Square. It is not, my dear Veronica, that I think there is any harm in you; there is not.
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