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"Fit fur nothin' but to bury his poor carcuss in!" she grunted, and

had recourse to her own plethoric pocket for a clay pipe and a bag

of tobacco

This lighted by a coal from the hearth, she tied a second

handkerchief over that she wore, turban-wise, on her head,about "cold ears" and "rheumatiz;" settled herself in a

rush-bottomed chair, put her feet upon the rounds of another, and

was regularly on duty, prepared for any eht occur

So strict was the discipline she established over herself in fifteen

of the bolt, or the

shriller warning of the unoiled hinges, as the door moved cautiously

back, and a cloaked for A

survey of the inside of the chae, with the fumes of brandy and tobacco, reassured

the visitant Her stockingless feet were thrust into wadded

slippers; over her white night-dress was a dark-blue wrapper, and,

in addition to this protection against the cold, she was enveloped

in a great shawl, disposed like a cowl about her head Without

rustle or incautious ained the side of the improvised

bed, and leaned over it The face of the occupant was turned