And they would carry the coffin out of the chapel slowly and he would be buried in the little graveyard of the community off the main avenue of limes. Grose finally got up she kept the child's hand, so that the two were still before me; and the singular reticence of our communion was even more marked in the frank look she launched me. Grose and Flora had passed into the church, the other worshippers had followed, and we were, for the minute, alone among the old, thick graves. On a table near the door were two photographs in frames and between them a long roll of paper bearing an irregular tail of signatures.
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