We went together to the grave; we knelt down, side by side, in silence, and kissed the sacred ground.

I thought my heart would have broken.

August was the month of my mother's birthday; and, this time last year, my father and Magdalen and I were all consulting in secret what present we could make to surprise her with on the birthday morning.
"If you had seen how Magdalen suffered, you would never doubt her again.
I had to take her from the last resting-place of our father and mother almost by force.

Before we were out of the churchyard she broke from me and ran back.

She dropped on her knees at the grave; tore up from it passionately a handful of grass; and said something to herself, at the same moment, which, though I followed her instantly, I did not get near enough to hear.