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“Nothing. The latter no sooner beheld him than he dashed hastily into an adjoining room. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. A tall elegantly dressed woman, followed by a maid, came down the broad staircase. Over one of the pinnacles of the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then newly born and newly risen. His name is carved upon a beam up stairs. Through fire and water, through penury and pestilence, your hand will always be on his shoulder. And now her father said she must not go. "What proof have you of the truth of this story?" inquired Trenchard. C below.
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