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William walked
forth, and raised his burning fore head; and opened his oppressed
bosom to the reviving moisture;
his parched lips caught the drops as they gently fell, and he
bathed his blood-shot eyes in the cooling shower--The hour
was come for carrying the mother of his Lucy to her last
home--["Blessed are the dead, that the rain, rains on"
repeated William to himself, as with the assistance of {their?}
black-man be put the horse to the cart, and made
other simple preparations, for putting the body in the ground
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