The Moon Rock

was said, and the mourners turned away, leaving Mrs. Turold to take her rest in a b

mix with her betters without reproach, free (in the all-enveloping silence) from the fear of betraying her humble origin. Debrett's Peera

like a man whose part in the drama of life was Care. There was no hint of happiness in his long narrow face, dull sunken eyes, and bloodless compressed lips. His expression was n

There were six-four men, a woman, and a girl. In the road close by stood the motor-car which had brought them to

scarlet lips and dark eyes gleaming beneath delicate dark brows. She was very young-not more than twenty-but in the soft lines of her beauty there was a suggestion of character beyond her years. Her face was dreamy and wayward, and almost gipsy in type. There was something rather

editation, indifferent to the bitter wind which

is on,

e stout woman muffled in heavy furs, was sta

u wear your coat? You'd be warmer sitting in the car. It's really very selfish of Robert, keeping us all waiting in

hrough the rank grass and mouldering tombstones with a quick strid

, and his words were more

Ravenshaw. With a clang and a hoot the car started on the return journey. The winding cobbled street of the churchtown was soon left behind for a road which struck across the lonely moors to the sea.

red the gate. Their approach was observed from within, for as they neared the house t

ea. There was an air of purpose in his movements, but an appearance of strain in his careworn face and twitchin

to remain, Sisily," he s

anged a glance as she went out. The young man then returned to his seat near the window. Robert Turo

lige me by remaining. I will go upstairs and get the documen

ving-man busied himself by setting out decanters and glasses, then went out li