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While he was plodding towards it he had a disagreeable sense of the dead man's company at his elbow.

The ghost! He seemed to be everywhere but in his grave.

Could one ever shake him off?
he wondered.

At that moment Miss Moorsom came out on the verandah; and at once, as if by a mystery of radiating waves, she roused a great tumult in his heart, shook earth and sky together--but he plodded on.