Wood—and after him came his daughter. A gaunt, powerful man: no feature of his face decided, and yet for all that it had the significance of a countenance hewn out of rock. '—'What is it, Mint?' asked all three. ” “Nothing that one wants. Marina doted over her pregnant daughter, adorned in fine brocades, reassuring her that it was certain to be a either a baby boy or a girl of such great beauty she would eclipse them both. ” She rolled over on her face, and stuffed her fingers in her ears to shut out the rhythm from her 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 said, frowning. Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal.
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