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. ‘How could I know that it is you?’ She peered at him in the darkness. I don't believe his name is Taber. , and go home before you have to. If I do not look after her, she has no one. Only in her eyes there seemed to be some apprehension of the fact that the young man’s clothes and manners were alike undesirable things. Perhaps it had been pick-pocketed or jostled from her dress in a hunt. I consented. She was to be a Corsair’s Bride.
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