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The Native Soil.
Eel Marsh House After a few minutes, a pony and trap came into the square.
But now the sound was coming from the marshes.
But now that I'm here, I'll have a look round the house.
It stood alone looking over the marshes and the water of the estuary.
I was no longer afraid.
Taking a deep breath, I turned my bicycle.
A cry for help.
It was getting darker.
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I tried to read the words on the gravestones.