The man’s as obstinate as a mule. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped. “My dear friend,” she laughed, “not so tragic, if you please. It was difficult to get right. She drew a long breath. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. Ennison too, always handsome and debonnair, seemed transported out of his calm self. That ring manifestly occupied her thoughts a great deal. There! You are trying to take your hand away. There was a case, or something, some years ago. The image in the glass was not clear, for the light was not bright enough to see properly, but the shadows of her riding habit and the hat with its waving plumes framed a countenance that gazed serenely back at her out of long-lashed blue eyes.
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