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. A maidservant held the front door open. She gloried in it: he needed her. All bad verse—originally the epigram was Lang’s, I believe—is written in a state of emotion. Mr.
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