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CHAPTER XV. “I’m not coarse—no! But I’ve got no purity of mind—no real purity of mind. 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. Lucy found that her former anonymity as well as her
popularity in the school was completely reversed. "Troth, and so did you," returned the watchman; "but I couldn't belave it. For that matter, my future be
damned. . If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding. "What! you still
hesitate! Will that rouse you, coward?" And she gave him a smart rap on the
head.
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