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isdead,mylove,thedarlingofmysoul,isdeaditistheinexorable
consolidationandperpetuationofthesecretthatwasalwaysin
thatindividuality,andwhichIshallcarryinmindtomylife’send.
Inanyoftheburial-placesofthiscitythroughwhichIpass,is
thereasleepermoreinscrutablethanitsbusyinhabitantsare,in
theirinnermostpersonality,tome,orthanIamtothem?
Astothis,hisnaturalandnottobealienatedinheritance,the
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messengeronhorsebackhadexactlythesamepossessionsasthe
King,thefirstMinisterofState,ortherichestmerchantin
London.Sowiththethreepassengersshutupinthenarrow
compassofonelumberingoldmail-coachtheyweremysteriesto
oneanother,ascompleteasifeachhadbeeninhisowncoachand
six,orhisowncoachandsixty,withthebreadthofacounty
betweenhimandthenext.
Themessengerrodebackataneasytrot,stoppingprettyoften
atale-housesbythewaytodrin