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PART II - CHAPTER II
A SHADOW IN SPRING

`The poor fool!-look at it! Perched on an angel, too, as if it were a pedestal for vanity. That 's the soul of a woman-or-it 's the devil.'
He was silent for a time, and we watched the great bird moving uneasily before us in the twilight.
`That 's the very soul of a lady,' he said, `the very, very soul. Damn the thing, to perch on that old angel! I should like to wring its neck.'
Again the bird screamed, and shifted awkwardly on its legs; it seemed to stretch its beak at us in derision. Annable picked up a piece of sod and flung it at the bird, saying:
`Get out, you screeching devil! God!' he laughed. `There must be plenty of hearts twisting under here'-and he stamped on a grave-'when they hear that row.'
He kicked another sod from a grave and threw at the big bird. The peacock flapped away, over the tombs, down the terraces.
'Just look!' he said, `the miserable brute has dirtied that angel. A woman to. the end, I tell you, all vanity and screech and defilement.'
He sat down on a vault and lit his pipe. But before he had smoked two minutes, it was out again. I had not seen him in a state of perturbation before.
'The church,' said I, 'is rotten. I suppose they 'll stand all over the country like this, soon-with peacocks trailing the graveyards.'
`Ay,' he muttered, taking no notice of me.
`This stone is cold,' I said, rising.
He got up too, and stretched his arms as if he were tired. It was quite dark, save for the waxing moon which leaned over the east.
`It is a very fine night,' I said. `Don't you notice a smell of violets?'
`Ay! The moon looks like a woman with child. I wonder vvhat Time 's got in her belly.'
`You?' I said. 'You don't expect anything exciting, do you?'
'Exciting!-No-about as exciting as this rotten old place-just rot off-Oh, my God!-I 'm like a good house,

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