It is dull—deadly dull. ‘But do you think I can blame you for this, Marthe?’ ‘I blame myself. There lay upon this stand a book bound in limp black leather—the Holy Bible. The gate was opened; the coffin brought into the churchyard; and Jack, whose eyes were filled with tears, saw Mr.
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