When the footway of the churchyard was restored to its normal condition Dare pursued his way to Markton.
Abner Power walked back to the castle at a slow and equal pace, as though he carried an over-brimming vessel on his head.

He silently let himself in, entered the long gallery, and sat down.

The length of time that he sat there was so remarkable as to raise that interval of inanition to the rank of a feat.
Power's eyes glanced through one of the window-casements: from a hole without he saw the head of a tomtit protruding.

He listlessly watched the bird during the successive epochs of his thought, till night came, without any perceptible change occurring in him.

Such fixity would have meant nothing else than sudden death in any other man, but in Mr.
Power it merely signified that he was engaged in ruminations which necessitated a more extensive survey than usual.