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...this critical moment a fresh likely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the greybearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened...mother, the tone of her voice, all awakened a train of recollectigns in his mind. " What is your name, my good woman ?" asked he. " Judith Gardenier." " And...

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...critical moment a fresh comely woman pressed through the throng to get a peep at the gray -bearded man. She had a chubby child in her arms, which, frightened...Gardenier." " And your father's name ?" " Ah, poor man, Rip Van Winkle was his name, but it's twenty years since he went away from home with his gun, and never...