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He
relapsed
into
silence
,
with
his
chin
now
sunken
almost
to
his
knees
.
Presently
he
began
waving
his
hand
.
"
All
the
work
--
all
the
Sunday
schools
--
What
have
we
done
--
what
has
Weybridge
done
?
Everything
gone
--
everything
destroyed
.
The
church
!
We
rebuilt
it
only
three
years
ago
.
Gone
!
Swept
out
of
existence
!
Why
?
"
Another
pause
,
and
he
broke
out
again
like
one
demented
.
"
The
smoke
of
her
burning
goeth
up
for
ever
and
ever
!
"
he
shouted
.
His
eyes
flamed
,
and
he
pointed
a
lean
finger
in
the
direction
of
Weybridge
.
By
this
time
I
was
beginning
to
take
his
measure
.
The
tremendous
tragedy
in
which
he
had
been
involved
--
it
was
evident
he
was
a
fugitive
from
Weybridge
--
had
driven
him
to
the
very
verge
of
his
reason
.
"
Are
we
far
from
Sunbury
?
"
I
said
,
in
a
matter-of-fact
tone
.
"
What
are
we
to
do
?
"
he
asked
.
"
Are
these
creatures
everywhere
?
Has
the
earth
been
given
over
to
them
?
"
"
Are
we
far
from
Sunbury
?
"
