They began the evening like usual, driving down highways and byways. Mr. I think a wife a needless incumbrance, and mean to die a bachelor. And now I've another job for you. But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. “Where am I?” he muttered. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill.
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