” She said as she rested her head against his chest, eyes unfocused on the fading sky. " "Vot o' that?" chuckled Abraham. I do not care in the least. And then suddenly—a relief. " "Who?" almost screamed Mrs. "And yet—but it is only part of the chain of ill-luck that seems wound around me. The clergyman, meanwhile, proceeded with the service, while the coffin was deposited at the brink of the grave. Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it.
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