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"Can I trust him?" mused Jack. 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. “Well, I don’t think you told him as much as that, did you?” Lady Lescelles
asked. This
was the body of a man, apparently lifeless, and stretched upon a mattress, with
his head bound up in a linen cloth, through which the blood had oosed. "If I had, you'd not have seen me here," replied Jack, sullenly. ”
Part 3
Her mind got back to the Fadden Ball.
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