The poor beast, of which she was very fond, limped to her whining, for it was much hurt.

She took it in her arms and kissed it, weeping tears of wrath and pity.
"I wonder what Godfrey would say about the fifth Commandment if he had been here this afternoon, you poor thing," she whispered to the whimpering dog, which was licking its hanging leg.

"There is no God.

If there had been He would not have given me such a father, or my mother such a husband." Then still carrying the injured terrier, she went out and glided through the darkness to her mother's grave in the neighbouring churchyard.

The sextons had done their work, and the raw, brown earth of the grave, mixed with bits of decayed coffins and fragments of perished human bones, was covered with hot-house flowers.