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She wondered even at this late day how she had been able to hold her maddening curiosity in check. She gaped at its keep, at least ten feet tall, a frightening gray coffin turned upright. "Where are you?" "Here," replied Mrs. The slack cloth of her habit caught on a curlicue in the carved back of the pew in front, pulling her suddenly about.
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