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Tenderly he led her into the garden, and down the walks now bare of / bordering flowers. To Helen it looked like a graveyard; the dry / bushes were the memorials of the buried flowers, and the cypress and / box trees rose like the larger monuments of shapely stone. The day / was a cold leaden one, that would have rained if it could, to get / rid of the deadness at its heart, but no tears came. To the / summer-house they went, under the cedar, and sat down. Neither spoke / for some time.
"Poor Leopold! " said George at length, and took Helen's hand.