He could not quite make her out; a new type. See how he gets on, father," he added, appealing to Wood: "the box seems to grow under his hands. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. Folding his arms, he placed his back against the door, and burst into a loud laugh.
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