It reverberated in the silence. Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of stalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken cudgels, and links in their hands. . Recognising the handwriting, he glanced swiftly at the signature, and uttering an explosive curse, cast the paper from him. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within. ‘Do you think I could endure to hear you prattling your abominable French in my ear day by day? Enough to drive me straight into my grave. \" \"There's only one problem. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered.
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