Her hair was of the darkest brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. Niece and aunt regarded each other for a moment over their pockethandkerchiefs with watery but antagonistic eyes, each far too profoundly moved to see the absurdity of the position. " "What's the matter, Ruth?" asked Spurlock, anxiously. I had not seen the courtyard in many years and I was happy to dream of those times. I thought it better not to send him away till I'd mentioned the circumstance to you. "Bury her in Willesden churchyard, as she requested, on Sunday," said Jack. He would pursue that little pastime on some other occasion.
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