He sauntered by the graveyard wall until her figure slipped out of sight.

It went like a puffed candle, and still it haunted the corner where last seen.

Her vanishing seemed to say, that less of her belonged to him than the phantom his eyes retained behind them somewhere.
There was in his pocket a memento of Ambrose Mallard, that the family had given him at his request.

He felt the lump.

It had an answer for all perplexities.