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This she was , by the way , even into old age . She surprised , shocked , and attracted all the sober persons in our circle . Her ways were not their ways . She would walk out by herself on a starry night without a single companion , and cause thereby infinite talk , which would have converged to a single focus if it had not happened that she was also in the habit of walking out at four o'clock on a summer 's morning , and that in the church porch of a little village not far from us , which was her favourite resting-place , a copy of the _ De Imitatione Christi _ was found which belonged to her . So the talk was scattered again and its convergence prevented . She used to say doubtful things about love . One of them struck my mother with horror .