Even the children jeer. Just as they reached the eastern outlet of the churchyard— where the tall elms cast a pleasant shade over the rustic graves—a momentary stoppage took place. She winced as he thrust the fact at her, was about to answer, and checked herself. Wood turned to look at him. ‘To me, quickly!’ There was a brief hush, and then the shouts resumed and several pairs of feet clattered towards her from, as it seemed, several directions. But women—women as a rule don’t throw themselves into things like that. Yon must be mine to-night.
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