grave-ward

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The manager had procured it of the sexton, he said, and knew nothing more of it. She sent for the sexton. He came, a man "of the earth, earthy," a man with a grave-ward stoop and a strange uneven gait, caught in forty years' stumbling over mounds. A smell of turf and mould, an odor of mortality, went before him.

Various - The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 04, No. 23, September, 1859