The crowner's 'quest sat on her yesterday—and if she hadn't been proved out of her mind, she would have been buried at four lane-ends. At length the task was done, and she jabbed the needle into a cushion, folded the coat, and rose. “One would think I had said nothing about the matter. People sat in unusual pews, and a wide margin of hassocky emptiness intervened between the ceremony and the walls. I have one shilling and sevenpence halfpenny left. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. He removed his cockaded hat, putting it down between them as he sat at the other end, placing himself at an angle and, crossing his legs, leaned back at his ease, his eyes fixed on her face.
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