Trodger was lying in wait at the bottom of the narrow stairs. On reaching the churchyard, he perceived the melancholy procession descending the hill. " Pain was stabbing him, now here, now there; pain was real enough; but he could not establish as a fact in his throbbing brain the presence of his aunt in the doorway. “This ain’t no place for you.
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