For they were the very days on the which the women celebrated the feast and yearday of Adonis' death: and there were also in divers parts of the city, images of dead men carried to burial, and women following them, mourning and lamenting.

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The pointedness of her criticism was impossible to miss.

True, there's no harm in crying for one's husband, and the tombstone, though plain, was a solid piece of work, and on summer's days when the widow brought her boys to stand there one felt kindly towards her.