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THE HOLLOW OF THE THREE HILLS.
against natural affection, and left her child to die. The sweeping sound of the funeral train faded away like a thin vapor, and the wind, that just before had seemed to shake the coffin-pall, moaned sadly round the verge of the Hollow between three Hills. But when the old woman stirred the kneeling lady, she lifted not her head.
'Here has been a sweet hour's sport!' said the withered crone, chuckling to herself.
