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"Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. It looked very patient, she thought, and a little self-satisfied. She thought of her father in the garden, and of her aunt with her Patience, as she had seen them—how many ages was it ago? Just one day intervened. They were delighted. He was accompanied by a young man of about seven-and-twenty, who carried his easel, set it in its place, laid the canvass upon it, opened the paint box, took out the brushes and palette, and, in short, paid him the most assiduous attention. She described the Goopes and the Fabians to him, and gave him a sketch of her landlady; and he talked in the most liberal and entertaining way of a modern young woman’s outlook. The thought of them distressed her without subtracting at all from the oceans of happiness in which she swam. In and out of consciousness she sailed, hearing voices from memory that she could not distinguish from reality. ” “In his present mood,” Anna remarked, “he would follow me. I asked him—to take me away. "I don't know. “Boys!” said Capes. “I believe it is.
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