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The Starlight

           Rachaeltookitup,shakingfromheadtofoot.Shebrokeintoapassionoftearsandlamentations:StephenBlackpoolwaswritteninhisownhandontheinside.

           ‘Othepoorlad,thepoorlad!Hehasbeenmadeawaywith.Heislyingmurderedhere!’

           ‘Istherehasthehatanyblooduponit?’Sissyfaltered.

           Theywereafraidtolook;buttheydidexamineit,andfoundnomarkofviolence,insideorout.Ithadbeenlyingtheresomedays,forrainanddewhadstainedit,andthemarkofitsshapewasonthegrasswhereithadfallen.Theylookedfearfullyaboutthem,withoutmoving,butcouldseenothingmore.‘Rachael,’Sissywhispered,‘Iwillgoonalittlebymyself.’

           Shehadunclaspedherhand,andwasintheactofsteppingforward,whenRachaelcaughtherinbotharmswithascreamthatresoundedoverthewidelandscape.Beforethem,attheirveryfeet,wasthebrinkofablackraggedchasmhiddenbythethickgrass.Theysprangback,andfellupontheirknees,eachhidingherfaceupontheother’sneck.

           ‘O,mygoodLord!He’sdownthere!Downthere!’Atfirstthis,andherterrificscreams,wereallthatcouldbegotfromRachael,byanytears,byanyprayers,byanyrepresentations,byanymeans.Itwasimpossibletohushher;anditwasdeadlynecessarytoholdher,orshewouldhaveflungherselfdowntheshaft.

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