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When his bulky form had disappeared, the two men he had left behind glanced at one another, and moved by the same risible emotion burst out laughing, and once their laughter began, they gave it full vent, Walden's mellow 'Ha-ha-ha! ringing out on the still air with all the zest and heartiness of a boy's mirth.
The Bishop stretched out a hand and caught Walden's in a close grasp. "Right!" he said "Do that, and you will do well! It is all a question of fighting and conquering, or being conquered. But YOU will never give in, John! You are not the man to yield to the wiles of the devil. For there IS a devil! I am sure of it!" And his dark eyes flashed with a sudden wild light.
The sun poured down upon the beautiful object lying there, on the groups of workmen who, instinctively imitating Walden's example, had bared their heads, on the wrinkled worn faces of old village men and women, on the bright waving locks of young girls, and the clear enquiring eyes of children, all gazing at the strange treasure-trove their ruined church had given up to the light of a modern day.
She had a vague perception that her companion did not care to discuss the subject. At the end of a week Mrs. Bentley remarked: "What in the world can have happened to Young Si? It's a whole week since he was here for milk or butter. He ain't sick, is he?" Mr. Bentley chuckled amusedly. "I 'low I can tell you the reason of that. Si's getting his stuff at Walden's now.
"Mebbe not," said Dan Kidley, "but it's Passon Walden's teachin', an' if you ain't 'eard Passon yet, Mister Bennett, I'd advise ye to go next Sunday. An' if your lady 'ud make up her mind to go too just for once " Bennett gave an expressive gesture. "She won't go you may depend on that!" he said; "She's had too much of parsons as it is. Why Mrs.
Bishop Brent, Walden's old college friend, came to perform the ceremony of consecration, and this was the first time the inhabitants of St. Rest had seen a real Bishop for many years. Much excitement did his presence create in that quiet woodland dell, the more especially as he proved to be a Bishop somewhat out of the common.
Walden's heart almost stood still. Had anything happened to Maryllia in the short space of time which had elapsed since he saw her last? "What do you mean?!" he faltered "I could not bear to lose her now "
"When you see her, tell her so! Tell her to keep away we do not believe her; we do not want her!" The flowers on the pretty girlish head were already wilted in the heat of the morning and something more vital and spiritual had faded and drooped in Cynthia Walden's soul. She looked old and haggard as she rose up and drew a long breath like one who had drunk a deep draught too hastily.
And scrambling to his feet with elephantine ease, he brushed the dust from his knickers, and wiped his brows with an uncleanly handkerchief which looked as if it had been used for drying oil off the bicycle as well as off the man. "We ought not to be seen there," he repeated, disregarding Walden's steady coldness of eye "I myself made a great mistake when I wrote to the woman.
A fortnight after his arrival he quietly announced to his congregation that the church was about to be entirely restored according to its original lines of architecture, and that a temporary building would be erected on his, Walden's, own land for the accommodation of the people during such time as the restoration should be in progress.
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