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Updated: June 8, 2025
The smoke was suffocating, and across the patch of quiet graveyard the heat smote on Taffy's face. But in the crowd he saw two figures clearly Jacky Pascoe and Squire Moyle; and the Bryanite's face was agitated and white in the infernal glare. He had given an arm to the Squire, who was clearly the centre of the procession and tottered forward with jaws working and cavernous eyes.
"He's saved!" a voice shouted. Others took up the cry. "Saved!" "The Squire's saved!" "Saved to-night saved to glory!" The Squire paused, still leaning on the Bryanite's arm. While the procession swayed around him, he gazed across the gate as a man who had lost his bearings. No glint of torchlight reached his cavernous eyes; but the sight of Mr.
The old man shook off the Bryanite's hand, and as the procession wheeled and reformed itself confusedly, rushed to the head of it, waving his hat "Back! Back to Tredinnis!" "God help them!" said Mr. Raymond; and taking Taffy by the arm, drew him back into the church. The shouting died away up the road. For three-quarters of an hour father and son worked in silence.
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