One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. Let me say it to you. Ramage,” she said, “please don’t talk like this. He looked up to see an ancient coach making its ponderous way down the street. And here she was—in a mess because it had been impossible for her to avoid leaning upon another man. 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.
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