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" That satisfied something of her undefined hunger. Over the sea of heads arose a black and dismal object. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. . \"Cathy says she'll let me stay out past midnight. Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. Sepulchre's bell is for ever ringing in my ears—oh!" "If that's the case," observed Wood, "I'm surprised you should like to have such a frightful picture constantly in view as that over the chimney-piece. “What have you done?” 212 “It is your own fault, Lucia.
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