Always as black and bitter as gall. The spinster saw herself growing warm again in the morning sunshine of youth —a flaring ember before the hearth grew cold. Nothing but the constraint of social usage now linked him to her. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it. " "Ha!" exclaimed Jack, drawing in his breath, and leaning forward with intense curiosity.
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