Marvel was almost dislodged from his seat on the coffin by a dead dog, which was hurled against him, and struck him in the face. The hand that had been clenched lay open, relaxed; and upon the palm he saw her mother's locket. "I can readily see," he said, "why you'll always be as poor as a church mouse. ’ Colour suffused the man’s face. ’ ‘Poor sort of a mother,’ Martha said with bitterness. He wondered why she thought love made people happy, and began to talk of the smilax and pinks that adorned the table. It was shameful, but again, her mother had prepared her for it.
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