"Come out!" roared Quilt, looking into the aperture. It engulfed them in black, white, and gray. 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. But don’t think your heroic milice will save you. Sir John waved her back. The will to live had returned. I thought I’d see Paris, do the thing—like a toff.
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