Nothing is settled upon. ’
‘Aye, but she don’t reckon to militiamen. 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. Annabel had taken her life into her hands with gay insouciance, had made
her own friends, gone her own way. ‘I find this was excessively
clever of Gérard. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter.
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