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Wood. Then I saw Mrs. For hours after she had not been sensible to life, only to exquisite echoes. He trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of approaching danger. It was better even than the hymn-singing. She would look up, shake her head, and then go back to her reading or crewelwork.
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