Sylvia Crane's house was just beyond, and Barney passed it with a furtive anxious glance, because Charlotte's aunt lived there.

He saw nobody at the windows, but the guardian-stone was quite rolled away from the door, so Sylvia was at home.
Barney walked a little way beyond; then he sat down on the stone-wall, and remained there, motionless.

He heard the meeting-bell farther away, then it ceased.

The wind was quite crisp and cool, and it smote his back from the northwest.

He could smell wild-grapes and the pungent odor of decaying leaves.