HARRIET BLAKE
Her eyes opened and looked wide into the blue; what she saw there they did not know, but she smiled faintly.
"Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost!"
"Oh, yes! Oh, yes!" the matron guessed that she murmured; and with the cooing and clucking of pigeons sounding through the summer air, she died.
A white, arrow-swift creature whirred through the stillness, up, up, and out in a great proud curve; their eyes were too dim to know if it turned again to the earth.
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