Let me keep you from that man’s clutches. Wood, contemptuously. “David,” she said, “you are not a coward, are you?” “I do not know,” he muttered. There is a place—This isn’t the place. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed.
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