a box, the lantern at his feet casting a pale flicker
over his riven face and the horse muzzling the
trough. Gordon sat down upon the broken chair.

"She's dead," he said, after a minute. Simeon
Caley made no immediate reply, and he repeated in
exactly the same manner:

"She's dead."

A sudden bitterness of contempt flamed in the
other's ineffable blue eyes. "God damn you to
hell!" he exclaimed; "now you got the money and
nothing to hinder you."

His resentment vanished as quickly as it had appeared.
He rose and picked up the lantern, and
with their puny illumination they went out together
into the dark.

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