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Chapter XXXII
SIX MONTHS AFTER
Up the moss-grown path, where the rose bushes run wild, almost met, came
Anna in a spotless white gown, with the flush of her early morning walk in her
cheeks, and something of the brightness of it in her eyes. During the previous night he had been restless; and in the
lonely dragging hours his thoughts had raced in an endless circle—action
without progress. She flung herself back into the bare little room,
cold, empty, comfortless. She began at once a hasty readjustment of her hair, while Ramage
parleyed with inaudible interrogations. Giles's was lined with spectators. “It’s too bad. Withdrawing another bolt, and
unhooking a chain suspended from the top of the casement, Jonathan pushed the
iron framework outwards. Wild is a great man," said the hangman, replenishing his pipe, "and we owe
him much, and ought to support him. ‘What did
you do with the portrait then? Not that I suppose it is much use any longer. Not all of us, but some of us. By this time, the churchyard was crowded with spectators, some of whom
dispersed in different directions in quest of the other robber.
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