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I saw beneathface

that had gazed so tenderly inin my

eyes

I held the last two roses in ,

but I let the

ca as if my heart

would break

It was one of my uncles who laid his hand upon my shoulder and madevoice: "Get up, et up in a weary, wretched way, and as I did so I looked round

after old Browns

me, it see

very little notice of

one cousin, whorily that he did not

approve of that last scene being made--"such an exhibition with those

flowers"