The funeral, it has just been said, took place on that day. Her husband sat in a chair beside her bed, his head in his hands. I’m glad you’re back for all sorts of reasons. Loose the wherry, and stand to your oars—quick—quick!" These commands were promptly obeyed. 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.
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