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"Well!" cried Mrs. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by dark brows, and fringed
by long silken lashes. She cried as he watched, frozen to the ground. Arrived beneath an aperture in the broken roof, he was preparing to pass through
it, when he observed a little heap of tiles upon the floor, which appeared to have
been recently dislodged. With one or two exceptions, there were no pews;
and, as the intercourse with London was then but slight, the seats were occupied
almost exclusively by the villagers. But Miss Stanley took no notice
of these things. Its cavernous expanses equaled the
upstairs of the house.
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