So, seeing these two liveries coming afidalgar the procession, the boy’s choir broke soon, raising higher the cross, the four men, already without fatigue, impertigaram to ace the stretcher poles: the sexton roared a tremendous Requiem. And the mud of the steep path up the village was the funeral, while he was at the gates were persignando women, and looking at the white coffin sobrepellizes gallons of gold, which went away followed [657] of the group of open umbrellas, under the sad rain.

The chapel was at the top, num churchyard of oaks: the bell bent: Burial and sank into the dark church, the corner of Subvenite sancti the sacristan sang in ronco.-But the two servants in uniform did not enter because Mr. Morgado had so ordered.

They stood at the door, under the umbrella, listening, tapping their feet regelados. In went the chant, then was a whisper that deadened d’prayers: and suddenly released by the Latins FUNEBRES deep voice of the vicar.

Then the two men, weary, down from the churchyard, entered a time in his uncle’s tavern Seraphim. Two young cattle farm Morgado, who drank his pint in silence, rose apparecer just seeing the two servants in livery.

-At ease, boys, sit and drink, said the old baixito accompanying John Edward on horseback. We’re there