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She kicked him in the shin, trying to knock him off his feet. Her figure was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded. He was in a curious state of desperation. "My name is Ruth Enschede. “Mean as an old mule, too. I somehow understood. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill.
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