When Miss Emily Grierson died, our whole town went to her funeral:
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The men through a sort of respectful affection for a fallen monument,
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the women mostly out of curiosity to see the inside of her house,
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which no one save an old man-servant--a combined gardener and cook--had seen in at least ten years.
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It was a big, squarish frame house that had once been white,
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decorated with cupolas and spires and scrolled balconies in the heavily lightsome style of the seventies, set on what had once been our most select street.
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