Looked like them statues of the Holy Mother I see about the place. She wanted to stay where she was; but tears were dangerous; the more she wept, the weaker she would become defensively. It is picturesquely situated beneath a tree on the high road, not far from the little hostel before mentioned, and at no great distance from the church. Before he could draw in the rein, his steed—startled apparently by some object undistinguishable by the rider,—swerved with such suddenness as to unseat him, and precipitate him on the ground. But here’s what is different this time. ‘She’s gone. . And God had let him do it! He was—and now he perfectly understood that he was—treading the queerest labyrinth a man had ever entered. ‘Danged if I ever hear the like,’ he repeated blankly. The land about these walls is a common graveyard.
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