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The carriages were not as quiet as they had been when heading to the cemetery.
Three wagons, three medium sized ones with cloth coverings, were all rolling in a line along the city street. There were ten women per wagon, and they were all noisy now. They were talking, although with somber voices. At least they were noisy. I couldn't understand them, of course, but the way they all pointed out the wagon at the buildings and people we passed told me that their friend' ...
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