"But I'll yet disappoint you. The hymnal lyrics had never stirred her; she had memorized and sung them parrotwise. She heard his voice screaming her name into the twilight as she fled, his cries trailing like banners, weaving through the breeze that had begun to gently stir the dew on the ground. "Whose grave is this?" he inquired of a man who was standing near it.
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