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Valmai sat in the low rush chair in stony despair, her hands clasped on

her lap, her face white as her dress, her blue eyes dry, and with a

h she looked around for an

explanation of this fresh misery

He did not tell her more than was necessary of his intervieith the

Vicar The child was supposed to be illegitimate as well as

unbaptised, and could not, therefore, be allowed to sleep his last

sleep in the company of the baptised saints

Old Shôn, the sexton, was already digging the little grave in a corner

of the churchyard relegated to such unconsidered and unwelcos

as this However, it was a sunny corner, sheltered frorew luxuriantly there

Such dry-eyed, quiet grief ast the emotional Welsh was new to the

doctor, and he knew that if tears did not coently tried to make her talk of her little one

"I saw you had tried a hot bath, or I would have recommended it," he

said

"Yes, Nance had"

"I truly sympathise with you; he was a fine child"

"Yes, he is a beautiful child," said Vals, but what day would you wish him to

be buried?"

"Oh, any day; it makes no difference now"