She would never again be lonely. Soldiers were stationed at different points of the street to keep off the mob, and others were riding backwards and forwards to maintain an open space for the passage of the procession. But I’m thinking as how I’d best report to the major over this here shooting. He embraced her like her father once had. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky.
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