“Always planning for death. You are much more like what I was then. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. "And what do you suppose we mean to do with you, eh?" "You mean to kill me," replied Thames, "by my cruel uncle's command. On Saturday he went to that there Mr Charvill’s house. “I don’t know much about the technique of music,” he said at last, with his eyes upon her. 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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