Her knees almost sank beneath her as she raised the latch of the front door and looked out. Stop! we must shut the door, or they'll catch us. “I’m fine,” she said softly. 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. By this time, the door was unlocked, and drawing his sword, Quilt entered the cell. “And I’m not happy. Oh, John. and miscarried. Pah!’ She flounced about and, crossing to the bed, plonked down on it, pointedly averting her face and resting the large pistol in her lap. “What a little brick!” he murmured.
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