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’ ‘I thought so,’ Gerald said with satisfaction. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. Feeling rather exhausted, it occurred to him that possibly some provisions might have been left by the constable; and, looking about, he perceived a pitcher of water and a small brown loaf on the floor. I know faces. It’s 180 endearing. The sun lingered, finally dropping beyond the dark canopy of pine trees at the edge of the park. ’ She bit her lip, but her eyes betrayed her.
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