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Chapter 14
“Don’tyou,then,loveoursweetFlora?”
“IfIdidn’t—andyou,too;ifIdidn’t—!”herepeatedasifretreatingforajump,yetleavinghisthoughtsounfinishedthat,afterwehadcomeintothegate,anotherstop,whichheimposedonmebythepressureofhisarm,hadbecomeinevitable.Mrs.GroseandFlorahadpassedintothechurch,theotherworshippershadfollowed,andwewere,fortheminute,aloneamongtheold,thickgraves.Wehadpaused,onthepathfromthegate,byalow,oblong,tableliketomb.
“Yes,ifyoudidn’t—?”
Helooked,whileIwaited,atthegraves.“Well,youknowwhat!”Buthedidn’tmove,andhepresentlyproducedsomethingthatmademedropstraightdownonthestoneslab,asifsuddenlytorest.“Doesmyunclethinkwhatyouthink?”
Imarkedlyrested.“HowdoyouknowwhatIthink?”
“Ah,well,ofcourseIdon’t;foritstrikesmeyounevertellme.ButImeandoesheknow?”
“Knowwhat,Miles?”
“Why,thewayI’mgoingon.”
IperceivedquicklyenoughthatIcouldmake,tothisinquiry,noanswerthatwouldnotinvolvesomethingofasacrificeofmyemployer.Yetitappearedtomethatwewereall,atBly,sufficientlysacrificedtomakethatvenial.“Idon’tthinkyourunclemuchcares.”
Miles,onthis,stoodlookingatme.“Thendon’tyouthinkhecanbemadeto?”
“Inwhatway?”
“Why,byhiscomingdown.”
“Butwho’llgethimtocomedown?”
“Iwill!”theboysaidwithextraordinarybrightnessandemphasis
