” “Lady Ferringhall—alone?” Ennison exclaimed. 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. The ink, contained in a grimy bottle unearthed in the outhouse, was old, and made blotches as soon as it touched the paper. "And so shall I," replied Edgeworth Bess. It was finished by the end of that year, each character having asserted itself pronouncedly in my imagination.
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