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And she felt that if she went home it was imperative to pay. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. Jack seemed glad enough to rest, his back against the wall, and closed his eyes. "Well, what sort of journey have you had, Quilt?" asked the man as he hastened to assist Sir Rowland to dismount.
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