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’ ‘That’s just it,’ said Joan Ibstock shamefacedly. "What have you got there in your breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?" The dam broke, but not with violence. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. Supper was quickly served; the oldest bottle of wine was brought from the cellar; the strongest barrel of ale was tapped; but not one of the party could eat or drink—their hearts were too full.
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