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VERY quiet was Romilly in those old days,--so old, yet in reality so recent. Ah me, what a turn my world has taken since I stood in the dusty road that evening, with Emma leaning on my arm and saying,--
"What a happy place, Jim. What a peaceful place. See there, there is the burial-ground through the trees. I would sooner be buried there than at Chelsea,--but--it don't much matter where, does it? What was it Joe was reading to us out of the new book? Something,--and there came 'And hands so often clasped with mine Should toss with tangle and with shells."