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hanging up some washing in her yard, she was seized with
a spitting of blood, and the next day, while Charles had his
back turned to her drawing the window-curtain, she said,
‘O God!’ gave a sigh and fainted. She was dead! What a
surprise! When all was over at the cemetery Charles went
home. He found no one downstairs; he went up to the first
floor to their room; say her dress still hanging at the foot of
the alcove; then, leaning against the writing-table, he stayed
until the evening, buried in a sorrowful reverie. She had
loved him after all!