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The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. A quick flush stained her cheeks. “You are quite right, I think. I'll tote it myself. And I want him out of uniform. “Don’t you care for Mr. But after all, what did it matter whether she had secrets or not? To him she was not a woman but a symbol; and one did not investigate the antecedents of symbols. “Good-bye,” he said earnestly. I consented to become Mrs. You do not believe his statement?" "I do not," replied Winifred. They had much to talk about, or rather Miss Prudence had.
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