Part 3 At last the evening was over, and Capes and his wife had gone down to see Mr. 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. With the usual precautions, Austin then departed. She went to the table under the end window at which she had been accustomed to work, and found it swept and garnished with full bottles of re-agents. “What’s that for?” He said. Capes was something superadded. " "That's impossible," replied Jack. Her eyes were dilated— fixed in a horrified stare at the parting in the curtains which hung before the window. “And then?” said Ann Veronica. A coach was also in attendance, at a little distance.
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