Her aunt, a faded, anæmic-looking lady of somewhat too obtrusive gentility, was still sitting with her hand pressed to her heart. The knots and broken pale that made the garden-fence scalable, and gave access to the fields behind, were still to be traced. She perceived she had never really thought of any one but herself in all her acts and plans. A single blanket constituted his sole covering at night. “Let’s hope your successor is worthy of you. The land about these walls is a common graveyard. Mr.
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