"I don't know what I think," Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the scene. Instead of which they walked sharply. What a girl of sixteen cares for is hair and a high color and moonlight and a tenor voice. Jack did not advance to meet her. It is I who am persecuted by the man who calls himself your husband. "I've seen him some years ago, I believe," answered Wood; "and, though he must be much changed by this time, I dare say I should know him again. "What have you got there in your breast—a stone? Is there blood or water in your veins?" The dam broke, but not with violence. Give me but leave to try. ’ Still no response. Not a star could be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the night. “Poor Lucy!” Cathy exclaimed as she rushed in the door, umbrella sheathed. He was a fool. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard.
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