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In Paragon we met Mrs. Foley and Mrs. Dowdeswell with her yellow shawl airing out, and at the bottom of Kingsdown Hill we met a gentleman in a buggy, who, on minute examination, turned out to be Dr. Hall - and Dr. Hall in such very deep mourning that either his mother, his wife, or himself must be dead.
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Letter (1799-06-17) [Letters of Jane Austen -- Brabourne Edition]

 

Jane Austen

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Bury the Great Duke
With an empire's lamentation;
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To the noise of the mourning of a mighty nation;
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