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 108 THE LAST MAN.

dragged the stones over the entrance of the tomb, and closed the gulph that contained the life of my life. Then, supporting my decrepid fellow-mourner, we slowly left the chapel. I felt, as I stepped into the open air, for a dreary wilderness, a tortuous path, a bitter, joyless, hopeless pilgrimage.