“If I thought you would use it on Andrew Britton,” muttered Gray, “I would not take it from you for a hundred pounds.”
“Listen—listen, I have not told you all,” said Maud.
“All what?”
“About the fire. You shall hear—all who went there from many motives, left the smoking mass before the sun was at its topmost height in Heaven—but I stayed.”
“Why did you stay?”
“I thought the angel might come to me, but she did not. I prayed for her to come near again, and show me her pale and beautiful face, but she did not. I wept, but she came not, and then I thought I might find something that should ever remind me of her. And I did—I did.”
“You did?“
“Aye.”
“What—what—found you? Tell me, woman.”
“Twas very strange that I should find them there,” said Maud thoughtfully.