Mrs.
Pendyce let her eyes fall.

Something had fled from her soul with the sunbeam; her lips moved no more.
The Squire sang two loud notes, spoke three, sang two again; the Psalms ceased.

He left his seat, and placing his hands on the lectern's sides, leaned forward and began to read the Lesson.

He read the story of Abraham and Lot, and of their flocks and herds, and how they could not dwell together, and as he read, hypnotised by the sound of his own voice, he was thinking: 'This Lesson is well read by me, Horace Pendyce.

I am Horace Pendyce--Horace Pendyce.