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THE DEBT AND THE ACCOUNTING.
His forehead frowning, but his eyes full of friendliness, Soolsby watched Faith go down the hillside and until she reached the main road.
Here, instead of going to the Red Mansion, she hesitated a moment, and then passed along a wooded path leading to the Meetinghouse, and the graveyard.

It was a perfect day of early summer, the gorse was in full bloom, and the may and the hawthorn were alive with colour.

The path she had taken led through a narrow lane, overhung with blossoms and greenery.

By bearing away to the left into another path, and making a detour, she could reach the Meeting-house through a narrow lane leading past a now disused mill and a small, strong stream flowing from the hill above.
As she came down the hill, other eyes than Soolsby's watched her.