10/21 You could not swear that mass was said there, but you could swear that it was a place in which mass would very suitably be said. A couple of benches were against the press, and three or four chairs stood about the floor. She was still in her blue riding-dress, with the hood on her shoulders, and held her whip in her hand; but he could see no more of her head than the paleness of her face and the gleam on her black hair. "I rolled in a bog-hole." She looked at him anxiously. Sit down at least." He sat down stiffly, and she beside him, still watching to see if he were the worse for his falling. |