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Tales of Bengal night before. It was a very sudden end. No doctors had been called in, and nobody informed. Now they were arranging for the funeral procession.

I stood there and waited. Our paths had lain far apart in life, but as she started on her last journey I went with her as a friend should—as far as I might—retiring only from the grim portals of death.

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