I waited while he worked it loose, and then, lifting it with both hands, he flung it on to the edge of the pit.

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By the shape we knew it at once for an old gravestone that, falling down long ago, had somehow sunk and been covered by the turf.
There was lettering, too, upon the undermost side when the man turned it over.

He scraped the earth away with the flat of his hands, and together we made out what was written." Mr.Simeon fumbled in his waistcoat, drew forth a scrap of paper, and handed it to the Master.
"I copied it down then and there: no, not at once.