.

However, it is decided." Neither of them knew what else to say.

The green path in the deserted corner of the wood-yard relapsed into melancholy stillness; only the moon chased the shadows of the piles of timber over the grass.

The two young people on the tombstone remained silent and motionless in the pale light.

Silvere had passed his arm round Miette's waist, and she was leaning against his shoulder.