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"Used to be a bit of a spring here," he said with a nod to ht be

a little damp"

Then he would leave a couple of cats, "just for coo softly away

I did not realise it was so near when that terrible ti everything about e, unnatural ain

as if it were all a dream There were people about me in black, and I

was in black, but I was half stunned, listening to the words that were

said; and at last I was left almost alone, for those ithdoithatround to follohoever it was, I found old Brownsmith there, in his black clothes and

white neckerchief, holding an enorht you'd like it, my lad," he said in a low husky voice "She

used to be very fond o' my white roses, poor soul!"

As he spoke he nodded and took his great pruning-knife from his coat

pocket, opened it with his teeth, and cut the strip of sweet-scented

Russiathem ready in his arms he stood there while I

slowly scattered the beautiful flowers down more and more, more and

more, till the coffin was nearly covered, and instead of the black cloth