The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered. ’ ‘No, of course you could not,’ Gerald soothed. . CHAPTER XII. ‘How in God’s name did the wretched fellow get in then?’ ‘Dug a tunnel?’ suggested Gerald, halting next to a pair of French windows at the front. At last, he got into a lane, but had not proceeded far when he was again alarmed by the sound of a horse's tread. A full-curled wig descended half-way down his back and shoulders; a neckcloth of "right Mechlin" was twisted round his throat so tightly as almost to deprive him of breath, and threaten him with apoplexy; he had lace, also, at his wrists and bosom; gold clocks to his hose, and red heels to his shoes. On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him; and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. Sheila wouldn’t allow me to date a boy even if he was only fifteen—I mean sixteen, like I am, you see. ’ ‘But you must want more. " "You'll dance upon nothing, presently," rejoined Jonathan, brutally. Wood; but they never come now.
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