She lingered over donning her winter coat, buttoning each toggle and placket, double knotting her long scarf. She had a bittersweet fragrance, like dusty books and honeysuckle. Just as the attendants were preparing to lower the corpse into the earth, Jack fell on his knees beside the coffin, uttering the wildest exclamations of grief, reproaching himself with the murder of his mother, and invoking the vengeance of Heaven on his own head.
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