"Let us go after them.

They must not escape us." Then, leaving the exhumed body beneath a tree, I caught Muriel by the waist and waded across the deep channel worn by the stream at that point, after which we both ascended the steep bank where the pair had disappeared in the darkness of the wood.
I blamed myself a thousand times for not following them, yet my suspicions had not been aroused until after they had disappeared.

The back of the man in a snuff-colored suit was, she felt confident, familiar to her.

She repeated what she had already told me, yet she could not remember where she had seen a similar figure before.
We went on through the gloomy forest, for the light had faded and evening was now creeping on.

From time to time we halted and listened.
But there was a dead silence, broken only by the shrill cry of a night bird and the low rustling of the leaves in the autumn wind.