"Pah! I could almost fancy the odour of these hides on my hands still.

Give me a candle." He went up-stairs, and only came down a few minutes before bed-time.
Next morning was Sunday.

After the bells had done ringing we saw a black-veiled figure pass our window.

Poor girl!--going to church alone.

We followed--taking care that she should not see us, either during service or afterwards.