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“After it happened, Sebastian couldn’t imagine ever going near the bleach-greens by the retting pond again. And what reason had he to go there anymore? Even were he not so horrowed with sadness, and with shock, the work there now was finished, and Claude and Blaise were dead. The people who had toiled beneath them, including Sebastian himself, had little left to do in that acreage now, save stare, and perhaps murmur an uneasy prayer as they passed.“