She directed him to an old part of the highway, a featureless stretch of old farmhouses capped in snow, with the occasional working silo. “You see,” he said, “you are like an inaccessible gold-mine in all this sort of matter. How did you get into this house?’ He shrugged. The whole place and everything in it aimed at one thing—to illustrate, to elaborate, to criticise and illuminate, and make ever plainer and plainer the significance of animal and vegetable structure. She gathered stones to place upon the makeshift grave. He recognized the handwriting, and turned a shade paler. . “Cheveney wouldn’t have anything to say about it, as it happens,” he remarked, a little grimly. I do forgive him; but he will never know now. They conversed, or more or less she interviewed him. At last some anodyne formed itself from these exercises, and, with eyelashes wet with such feeble tears as only three-o’clock-in-the-morning pathos can distil, she fell asleep. It did not shock her; it amazed her, interested her beyond measure.
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