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           Mileshadbeengettingintohiscoatagain.HecameuptoCharity,whohadremainedpassivelykneelingbytheroughmoundofearth.

           “Mychild,youmustcome.It’sverylate.”

           Sheliftedhereyestohisface:heseemedtospeakoutofanotherworld.

           “Iain’tcoming:I’mgoingtostayhere.”

           “Here?Where?Whatdoyoumean?”

           “Thesearemyfolks.I’mgoingtostaywiththem.”

           Mr.Milesloweredhisvoice.“Butit’snotpossible—youdon’tknowwhatyouaredoing.Youcan’tstayamongthesepeople:youmustcomewithme.”

           Sheshookherheadandrosefromherknees.Thegroupaboutthegravehadscatteredinthedarkness,buttheoldwomanwiththelanternstoodwaiting.Hermournfulwitheredfacewasnotunkind,andCharitywentuptoher.

           “HaveyougotaplacewhereIcanliedownforthenight?”sheasked.Liffcameup,leadingthebuggyoutofthenight.Helookedfromonetotheotherwithhisfeeblesmile.“She’smymother.She’lltakeyouhome,”hesaid;andheadded,raisinghisvoicetospeaktotheoldwoman:“It’sthegirlfromlawyerRoyall’s—Mary’sgirl...youremember....”

           ThewomannoddedandraisedhersadoldeyestoCharity’s.WhenMr.MilesandLiffclamberedintothebuggyshewentaheadwiththelanterntoshowthemthetracktheyweretofollow;thensheturnedback,andinsilencesheandCharitywalkedawaytogetherthroughthenight.

           

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