There's a suggestion of repressed widowhood about her.
It's the gown, probably.

I am not yet in my dotage, and I had seen her before I saw you." "She's living here.

I don't know much about her, but the man goes by the name of Mallow." "No thrill yet." "He's been hanging about our store for the past month, making a few purchases and getting acquainted with some of the clerks.

Wherever I go, lately, there he is.

I'll wager if I took to-night's train for Ranger, he'd be on it." "And still my pulses do not leap." "Wait! I got a sort of report on him and it's bad.