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On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. His horse, which had apparently gone to sleep, preferred to remain where he was. ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ he said smiling. She longed to own something lasting, anything, but knew her wishes to be stupid.
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