At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked at the
voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its utmost fury, fared
better than might have been anticipated. It
was never intended that I should marry Monsieur Valade, but after the tragedy—’
her eyes darkening in genuine distress ‘—and that he was the only survivor, he
came to me in the convent and married me, and brought me to England. 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. Mother? Suzanne Valade, her mother?
With deliberation, he spoke. "
CHAPTER XIII.
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