It was a hoax, it was the only thing possible, until she heard Cathy say, “Let me hold those for you. Lucy grabbed his shirtsleeve, whispering on tiptoe. Then there was Tom Jarrot, the hackney-coachman, who was pitched off the box against yonder curbstone, and broke his leg. Ann Veronica hesitated with a question that had leaped up in her mind, and that she felt was cruel. The door was opened for her by a weary-looking youth in a striped jacket several sizes too large for him. She started forward. '" "'This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea. “What makes you ask such a question, Vee?” she said. ” “It’s dreadful for you to be here,” he said, indicating the yellow presence of the first fog of the year without, “but your aunt told me something of what had happened.
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