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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. ‘Yes, only that this consolation he had found before he married my mother. Even now she could trace the outline of his shape behind the left-hand curtain. It is like some accident. On the same peg and evidently belonging to it was a black velvet Zouave jacket. Bodies were piled high in the streets, Sebastian went on rounds and would come back late at night, reporting horrors and robberies, death that came within hours, not days.
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