"I can't say," answered the fellow; "but I'll inquire from the sexton, William Morgan. Dieu du ciel, but where was Gerald? On the move again, she found herself standing before one of the mirrors, gazing into her own countenance without seeing it. As soon, however, as the last solemn rites were over, and the remains of the unfortunate woman committed to their final resting-place in Willesden churchyard, his firmness completely deserted him, and he sank beneath the weight of his affliction. You have the look in your eyes to-night which you had that day, the look of a frightened child. . . It’s just upon my lunch-time. It was horrible, but she must do it.
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