It is not at all comme il faut. 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. "Done!" cried Shotbolt. It was not a cambric curtain Ruth had drawn across that part of her life: it was of iron. “Very,” said Mr.
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