Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the western side, near a
small yew-tree discovered a new-made grave. ’
‘Not if you want one of good family, no,’ he agreed mildly. “The surgeon’s knife is surely a kindly weapon,” she declared. Why, that boy could hide for thirty years—without the girl. Nobody who cared. To-night she had a
curious feeling that she stood upon the threshold of some change. “Bad hemorrhage,” he said. Seems you were right about Valade. She prevaricated. ’
‘Hadn’t the wit, you mean. ’ She paused,
struggling for the word. “Yet it is my last evening, and I think
—if you are sure that you would like to have me—that I will risk it. The air was sweet with the perfume of
flowers, and the melody of murmuring insects, the blue sky was cloudless, the
heat of the sun was tempered by the heather-scented west wind.
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