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her, and went his way. I glanced at her; she sate immoveable; her hands fell upon her lap. “The window blew open, so that one of the panes of glass was broken; but she moved not; the curtains of the window were blown around her like a flame. She was dead. From that open window the dead preached powerfully; my rose of the pastor’s garden!