With a rustle of her full lilac petticoats, Miss Froxfield turned back to Alderley. He took her fingers and lifted his eyes to hers. 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. ‘That piece of information seemed to interest him very much. ” “But Hainault—was—a pal. John knew better. " And he tossed it carelessly into the bottom of the boat. " There was a pause.
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