" "True, and I shan't be easy till my turn arrives. " Nor was this all. At night she would turn it in her fingers like a rosary bead. I asked him why, and he hadn’t a reason. Almost at the same moment the door opened and Brendon entered, followed by the doctor. He drew her to him and tipped her chin towards him. " "My son!" echoed the widow, trembling. 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. “I’ve got it. Wood," observed Jackson, in a slightly-sarcastic tone. ’ The gentleness in his voice nearly overset her. “Yes, I see that.
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