Returning to the churchyard, he walked round it; and on the western side, near a small yew-tree discovered a new-made grave. Though the starling was more than two feet above the level of the water, he alighted with his little charge—which he had never for an instant quitted—in safety upon it. A door in this house opened upon the yard. “Miss Pellissier,” he said, “I am going to take a liberty. Coming from the gloom of the passage, even the corridors seemed sufficiently illuminated for them to see their way. It presented itself in the likeness of a great, gray, dull world—a brutal, superstitious, confused, and wrong-headed world, that hurt people and limited people unaccountably. Then, quite insensibly, her queenliness had declined. I’m glad I did.
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