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pace, swinging and lumbering upward among the many sweet scents of a summer night. The postilions, with a thousand gossamer gnats circling about them in lieu of the Furies, quietly mended the points to the lashes of their whips; the valet walked by the horses; the courier was audible, trotting on ahead into the dim distance. ¡¡¡¡At the steepest point of the hill there was a little burial-ground, with a Cross and a new large figure of Our Saviour on it;
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it was a poor figure in wood, done by some inexperienced rustic carver, but he had studied the figure from the life- his own life, maybe- for it was dreadfully spare and thin. ¡¡¡¡To this distressful emblem of a great distress that had long been growing worse, and was not at its worst, a woman was kneeling. She turned her head as the carriage came up to her, rose quickly, and presented herself at the carriage-door. ¡¡¡¡"It is you, Monseigneur! Monseigneur, a petition." ¡¡¡¡With an exclamation of impatience, but with his unchangeable face, Monseigneur looked out.