He beheld the grey tower of Willesden Church, embosomed in its grove of trees, now clothed, in all the glowing livery of autumn. ‘Are you going to tell me?’ ‘But looking for proof,’ Melusine uttered impatiently. She chuckled. I’ve always wanted to look older. Yet her aunt, with a ringed hand flitting to her lips and a puzzled, worried look in her eyes, deaf to all this riot of warmth and flitting desire, was playing Patience—playing Patience, as if Dionysius and her curate had died together. For a moment none of them stirred; then slowly Enschede turned away. ’ ‘Indeed?’ said Gerald, surprised. She had never seen her sitting on tables nor heard her discussing theology, and had failed to observe that the graceful figure was a natural one and not due to ably chosen stays. There is turmoil, shouts, cries, jostlings, milling congestions that suddenly break and flow in opposite directions. The cloth was removed, and Wood, drawing the table as near the window as possible—for it was getting dusk —put on his spectacles, and opened that sacred volume from which the best consolation in affliction is derived, and left the lovers—for such they may now be fairly termed—to their own conversation. His appearance excited the greatest astonishment and consternation amid the group. "I fear we're too late," he whispered to Thames. \" \"It's Diedermayer. The coffin was lowered into the grave, and the mourners departed.
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