Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. “I’ll go. Then a handkerchief was thrown over the cage, to prevent the bird from singing; it was her favourite canary. I am not comfortable,’ complained Madame Valade.
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