“How would you prevent it?” she asked. But he was destined to have every tide of feeling awakened—every wound opened. There was the cottage she had inhabited for so many years,—in those fields she had rambled,—at that church she had prayed. ‘Yes, I know. "Why, this is your writing Dolly, and addressed to Mr. " At the door of this tavern, which was situated on the left of the street, not more than a hundred yards distant from the church, the bell of which began to toll as soon as the procession came in sight, the cart drew up, and the whole cavalcade halted.
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