” “That’s rather a fine sort of holiday!” He made no answer for three or four seconds. I would have heard her. He flung himself backwards, hit the dais and fell heavily before the altar, losing his low-crowned beaver. The man or woman who did something for nothing always excited his suspicions; they were playing some kind of a game. Before the congregation separated, the clergyman descended from the pulpit; and, followed by the coffin-bearers and mourners, and by Jack at a respectful distance, entered the churchyard.
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