She wondered who the girl might belong to as she patted dirt over the shallow grave. They had not proceeded far when a low moan was heard. A little within stood a second door, or rather wicket, lower than the first, but of equal strength, and surmounted by a row of sharp spikes. ” Her mind diverged to other aspects, and another type of womanhood. ” “It is hard to be distant from your own mother.
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