He got up, half choking, and scrambled out of the field. A labourer greeted him, but he made no answer. He ran up the road, and as he ran, he cried to himself, "Gilbert's dead ... it isn't true ... it isn't true!..."
He thrust open the gate and ran swiftly up to the door.
"Mary!" he shouted. "Mary! Mary!!..."
She came running to him, follo
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