‘Please to sit, monsieur. "To-night you shall be my wedded wife. ‘Oh, peste,’ she cried out in distressed tones. If it were but the question of his reason for marrying her, the solution would have been simple. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. "Bless your soul! d'ye think I'm to be gammoned by such nonsense. 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.
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