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“
Is
it
here
?
”
the
clergyman
asked
Liff
in
a
low
voice
;
and
Liff
nodded
.
Mr
.
Miles
turned
to
Charity
.
“
Just
hold
the
horse
a
minute
,
my
dear
:
I
’
ll
go
in
first
,
”
he
said
,
putting
the
reins
in
her
hands
.
She
took
them
passively
,
and
sat
staring
straight
ahead
of
her
at
the
darkening
scene
while
Mr
.
Miles
and
Liff
Hyatt
went
up
to
the
house
.
They
stood
a
few
minutes
talking
with
the
man
in
the
door
,
and
then
Mr
.
Miles
came
back
.
As
he
came
close
,
Charity
saw
that
his
smooth
pink
face
wore
a
frightened
solemn
look
.
“
Your
mother
is
dead
,
Charity
;
you
’
d
better
come
with
me
,
”
he
said
.
She
got
down
and
followed
him
while
Liff
led
the
horse
away
.
As
she
approached
the
door
she
said
to
herself
:
“
This
is
where
I
was
born
.
.
.
this
is
where
I
belong
.
.
.
.
”
She
had
said
it
to
herself
often
enough
as
she
looked
across
the
sunlit
valleys
at
the
Mountain
;
but
it
had
meant
nothing
then
,
and
now
it
had
become
a
reality
.
Mr
.
Miles
took
her
gently
by
the
arm
,
and
they
entered
what
appeared
to
be
the
only
room
in
the
house
.
It
was
so
dark
that
she
could
just
discern
a
group
of
a
dozen
people
sitting
or
sprawling
about
a
table
made
of
boards
laid
across
two
barrels
.
They
looked
up
listlessly
as
Mr
.
Miles
and
Charity
came
in
,
and
a
woman
’
s
thick
voice
said
:
“
Here
’
s
the
preacher
.
”
But
no
one
moved
.
Mr
.
Miles
paused
and
looked
about
him
;
then
he
turned
to
the
young
man
who
had
met
them
at
the
door
.
“
Is
the
body
here
?
”
he
asked
.
The
young
man
,
instead
of
answering
,
turned
his
head
toward
the
group
.
“
Where
’
s
the
candle
?
I
tole
yer
to
bring
a
candle
,
”
he
said
with
sudden
harshness
to
a
girl
who
was
lolling
against
the
table
.
She
did
not
answer
,
but
another
man
got
up
and
took
from
some
corner
a
candle
stuck
into
a
bottle
.
“
How
’
ll
I
light
it
?
The
stove
’
s
out
,
”
the
girl
grumbled
.
Mr
.
Miles
fumbled
under
his
heavy
wrappings
and
drew
out
a
match
-
box
.
He
held
a
match
to
the
candle
,
and
in
a
moment
or
two
a
faint
circle
of
light
fell
on
the
pale
aguish
heads
that
started
out
of
the
shadow
like
the
heads
of
nocturnal
animals
.
“
Mary
’
s
over
there
,
”
someone
said
;
and
Mr
.
