He made no movement, however, to come within, and after a moment she went across to her jam-cupboard and threw it open. For several minutes she stood gazing soberly at its contents, while Kirkby, staring into the dark, saw his dawnbell rising blue and exquisite against the soil....
She fastened the cupboard again presently, and turned about with a little shiver.
“Best shut the door, hadn’t you?” she called to Kirkby. “It’s getting a bit chilly.”
He shut it.
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