Everybody looked askance at everybody else. I once saw a man die after collapsing that way. Maybe the girl was telling the truth, and then again, maybe she wasn't. 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 head turnkey, in all probability, would have obeyed. ‘If you had met her, you’d understand. "Get it over quickly," said Trenchard, in a whisper to the thief-taker. There are no funerals among the poor, only burials.
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