The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed. In a few minutes, an appalling change was perceptible. Many things were only words, sounds; she could not construct these words and sounds into objects; or, if she did, invariably missed the mark. "Here we part,—perhaps for ever. Then to the Feathers, in Drury Lane. “My dear,” she began, with an affectionate hand on Ann Veronica’s shoulder, “I do SO wish you would realize how it grieves your father.
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