He hung precariously on the ragged edge, but he hung there. ‘Just what I was going to tell you, miss. From time to time she would come upon a line of singular beauty or a paragraph full of haunting music; and these would send her rushing on for something that never happened. 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. We ourselves have been similarly circumstanced. He had, he felt, to create certain ideas and vivify certain curiosities and feelings in her.
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