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He was plainly attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by his side. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. She visited the corner that had been her own little garden—her forget-me-nots and candytuft had long since been elbowed into insignificance by weeds; she visited the raspberry-canes that had sheltered that first love affair with the little boy in velvet, and the greenhouse where she had been wont to read her secret letters. There was more shouting. I never realized how fabulous all those homemade dishes were. And Suzanne, even that she has behaved to me not at all like a mother, would also not have said.
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