Two persons, besides the clergyman and sexton, alone attended the ceremony. It ran in rivulets down her face, penetrating her hood and the thick quilting of her coat. “In the end,” it seemed to be thinking, “they embalmed me with the utmost respect—sound spices chosen to endure—the best! I took my world as I found it. His long struggle with himself, his avoidance of her were quite unnecessary. She calls him a pig, and she says he ain’t Valade. She could smell the sweet girl child he had buried in the garage in autumn, 1 even under the frozen ground. Sometimes I try to talk.
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