Her eyebrows, pulled down by the stress of thought, now resumed their normal arches; and pleased with her discovery, she smiled. "See the devil!—not I," cried Wood impatiently. We have seen pitted cheeks, which we would not exchange for dimples and a satin skin. You don't notice the heat; but it is always there, pressing down. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered.
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