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To a Blackwell, there was only one church.
The cemetery slumbered just behind it, and the way lay through the village and close to the sea.
For the first time in thirty years, Henrietta walked down the narrow street with its shuttered shops just stirring and its inhabitants eying her with the frankest curiosity.
She smiled and bowed, recalling the princess-in-a-carriage feeling she had enjoyed when she was a child.
Now, some of the acknowledgments were cautious, but all were interested.

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