Chapter 75 LIFE AND LORNA COME AGAIN

When the little boy came back with the bluebells, which he had managed to find-as children always do find flowers, when older eyes see none-the only sign of his father left was a dark brown bubble, upon a newly formed patch of blackness. But to the center of its pulpy gorge the greedy slough was heaving, and sullenly grinding its weltering jaws amo