It was in no sense confessional; it was a state of mind in the patient the doctor had already anticipated. Some indeed carried themselves, dressed themselves even, rather as foreign visitors from the land of “Looking Backward” and “News from Nowhere” than as the indigenous Londoners they were. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. Mr. “I cannot reason with you,” he said at last wearily. Then she spoke, with a carelessness he instantly suspected. He halted,—looked fearfully around,—stopped again, and exclaimed aloud, "I don't like the job; and yet it must be done, or Mr. ’ ‘Gosse,’ corrected Lucilla.
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