She started on, but turned suddenly and asked whether we had learned anything more about the death of those colts.
"And, oh, do you think that poor Sylph lay there, suffering, a long time ?" she exclaimed, with tears in her eyes.

"I keep thinking of it." "No, we have learned nothing more," the old Squire said gently.

"It was a mysterious affair; but I think all three of the colts died suddenly, within a few minutes." That was all he could say to comfort her, and Mrs.Kennard walked slowly away with her handkerchief at her eyes.

It was painful, and I sat there in the wagon feeling like a mean little malefactor.
"Very singular about those colts," the old Squire remarked partly to me, partly to himself, as we drove on.

"A strange thing." Sudden resolution nerved me.