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same room as Aunt Maggie, and before as well as after the service we all sat in perfect silence, only interrupted sometimes by the low sobs of aunt Maggie, or a sigh or whisper from some one present.

It was awfully sad, each one occupied with their own thoughts, and all feeling more for poor Aunt Maggie
than words could express. We were a

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long time in that room perfectly still and the hour seemed doubled by the sad impressions.

As we went out each one stopped to say a word of comfort or kiss the poor wife and when my turn came, she broke out in a heart rending voice, "Oh Gertrude"

I put my arm around her and kissed her twice from the bottom of my heart, I could not help it.