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IT was a bright, sunny morning, some weeks after that little service was held in Pleasant Place.
The sunbeams were streaming in at Mrs. Blyth's window, for the cobwebs and spiders had some time ago received notice to quit, and the dust had all been cleared away, and found no chance of returning.