A sudden fierce anger swept over the girl, violent and murderous.

She would have liked them all annihilated, cleared away, so that the world was left clear for her.

How she hated walking up the churchyard path, along the red carpet, continuing in motion, in their sight.
'I won't go into the church,' she said suddenly, with such final decision that Ursula immediately halted, turned round, and branched off up a small side path which led to the little private gate of the Grammar School, whose grounds adjoined those of the church.
Just inside the gate of the school shrubbery, outside the churchyard, Ursula sat down for a moment on the low stone wall under the laurel bushes, to rest.

Behind her, the large red building of the school rose up peacefully, the windows all open for the holiday.

Over the shrubs, before her, were the pale roofs and tower of the old church.