`` Here 's another , '' said Priscilla . `` Listen -- ` To the memory of Alexander Ross , who died on the 22nd of September , 1840 , aged 43 years . This is raised as a tribute of affection by one whom he served so faithfully for 27 years that he was regarded as a friend , deserving the fullest confidence and attachment . ' '' `` A very good epitaph , '' commented Anne thoughtfully . `` I would n't wish a better . We are all servants of some sort , and if the fact that we are faithful can be truthfully inscribed on our tombstones nothing more need be added . Here 's a sorrowful little gray stone , Prissy -- ` to the memory of a favorite child . ' And here is another ` erected to the memory of one who is buried elsewhere . ' I wonder where that unknown grave is . Really , Pris , the graveyards of today will never be as interesting as this . You were right -- I shall come here often . I love it already . I see we 're not alone here -- there 's a girl down at the end of this avenue . '' `` Yes , and I believe it 's the very girl we saw at Redmond this morning . I 've been watching her for five minutes . She has started to come up the avenue exactly half a dozen times , and half a dozen times has she turned and gone back . Either she 's dreadfully shy or she has got something on her conscience . Let 's go and meet her . It 's easier to get acquainted in a graveyard than at Redmond , I believe . '' They walked down the long grassy arcade towards the stranger , who was sitting on a gray slab under an enormous willow .
She was certainly very pretty , with a vivid , irregular , bewitching type XXXXX prettiness .
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