“No, of course not. Good-bye.”
“Good-bye, miss.”
Mysie tripped out into the sunshine, and on to the gates of the lock, Alice thinking how pretty her white dress and muslin-covered hat looked on this hot August day. “She always wears her prettiest things now Mr Arthur’s here,” she thought, when the sudden loud report of a gun sounded from the copse close at hand. Alice gave a little scream and start. Mysie, half-way across, started violently also, and, either losing her balance or catching her foot on the rough surface, slipped and fell, out of the sunshine, out of the light, down into the cold, dark water below.
End of the First Volume.
Part 3, Chapter XX.
The Golden Wedding.
“Tina died.”
Mr Gilfil’s Love Story.