We will go to his grave together." Great Hintock church stood at the upper part of the village, and could be reached without passing through the street.

In the dusk of the late September day they went thither by secret ways, walking mostly in silence side by side, each busied with her own thoughts.

Grace had a trouble exceeding Marty's--that haunting sense of having put out the light of his life by her own hasty doings.

She had tried to persuade herself that he might have died of his illness, even if she had not taken possession of his house.

Sometimes she succeeded in her attempt; sometimes she did not.
They stood by the grave together, and though the sun had gone down, they could see over the woodland for miles, and down to the vale in which he had been accustomed to descend every year, with his portable mill and press, to make cider about this time.
Perhaps Grace's first grief, the discovery that if he had lived he could never have claimed her, had some power in softening this, the second.