Having watched the funeral at some distance, Jonathan fancied he could discern the figure of Jack; but not being quite sure, he entered the church. The house was redolent with the smells of cinnamon baking and the stuffed turkey and marinated pork roast. The militiaman at once thrust the old man between the shoulder blades, pushing him into the kitchen.
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