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Rh Randal turned abruptly, and they went stepping slowly down the winding path through the yellow-blossomed broom and among the pine-trees, down to the carriage-road, where the driver still occasionally hummed snatches of his patois street-songs. And as they went, Randal murmured again to himself, but so softly that his friend did not hear him:

O beautiful and beneficent Death!