There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. A cold shiver came over her. Upon this young fellow's face there were no wrinkles, only shadows, in the hollows of the cheeks and under the eyes. "I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William Morgan. Perhaps at the first blush—it strikes you as odd. ” Lucy replied.
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