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A humble-bee from the Square Garden boomed in and buzzed idly round the room. She caught her breath in a little sob....

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Pierson received that telegram at midday, returning from a lonely walk after his talk with Thirza. Coming from Gratian-so self-reliant-it meant the worst He prepared at once to catch the next train. Noel -,xas out, no one knew where: so with a sick feeling he wrote:
'DEAREST CHILD,
`I am going up to Gratian; poor George is desperately ill. If it goes badly you should be with your sister. I will wire to-morrow morning early. I leave you in your aunt's hands, my dear. Be reasonable and patient. God bless you.
`Your devoted, 'DADDY.'
He was alone in his third-class compartment, and, leaning forward, watched the ruined Abbey across the river till it was out of sight. Those old monks had lived in an age surely not so sad as this. They must have had peaceful lives, remote down here, in days when the Church was great and lovely, and men laid down their lives for their belief in her, and built everlasting fanes to the glory of God! What a change to this age of rush and hurry, of science, trade, material profit, and this terrible war! He tried to read his paper, but it was full of horrors and hate. `When will it end?' he thought. And the train with its rhythmic jolting seemed grinding out the answer: `Never -never!'
At Chepstow a soldier got in, followed by a woman with a very flushed face and curious, swimmy eyes; her hair was in disorder, and her lip bleeding, as if she had bitten it through. The soldier, too, looked strained and desperate. They sat down, far apart, on the seat opposite.

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