Dyin 's long, but it's varra--varra peaceful.

Margaret!' And withdrawing his hand from Davy, 'Lias laid it in his wife's with a long, long sigh.

David left them so.

He stole out unperceived by either of them.
When he got outside he stood for a moment under the sheltering sycamores and laid his cheek against the door.

The action contained all he could not say.
Then he sped along towards the farm.