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"Pocket-handkerchiefs out, all!" cried Mr Trabb at this point, in a

depressed business-like voice "Pocket-handkerchiefs out! We are ready!"

So we all put our pocket-handkerchiefs to our faces, as if our

noses were bleeding, and filed out two and two; Joe and I; Biddy and

Pumblechook; Mr and Mrs Hubble The reht round by the kitchen door, and, it being a point of Undertaking

ceremony that the six bearers must be stifled and blinded under a

horrible black velvet housing with a white border, the whole looked like

a blind ,

under the guidance of two keepers,--the postboy and his cohly approved of these arrangeh the village; thedashes now and then to cut us off,

and lying in wait to intercept us at points of vantage At such ti theence round some corner of expectancy, "Here they come!" "Here they

are!" and ere all but cheered In this progress I wasbehind ing hts were further distracted by the excessive pride of

Mr and Mrs Hubble, ere surpassingly conceited and vainglorious in

being e of marshes lay clear before us, with the sails of the

ships on the river growing out of it; and ent into the churchyard,

close to the graves of my unknown parents, Philip Pirrip, late of this