Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the western side, near a small yew-tree discovered a new-made grave. This fruit was McClintock's particular pride. The lady reseated herself, watching him expectantly. Stanley’s pace slackened. He shrugged and, to Gerald’s relief, made to leave at last. ‘You can’t go to England. Agents were dispersed in all directions—offers the most tempting held out to induce the wavering to join the Chevalier's standard.
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