Fore-Glimpse

‘I would rather be an angel than God!‘

The voice of the speaker sounded clearly through the hawthorn tree. The young man and the young girl who sat together on the low tombstone looked at each other. They had heard the voices of the two children talking, but had not noticed what they said； it was the sentiment, not the sound, which roused their attention.

The girl put her finger to her lips to impress silence, and the man nodded； they sat as still as mice whilst the two children went on talking.

The scene would have gladdened a painter‘s heart. An old churchyard. The church low and square-towered, with long mullioned windows, the yellow-grey stone roughened by age and tender-hued with lichens. Round it clustered many tombstones tilted in all directions. Behind the church a line of gnarled and twisted yews.

The churchyard was full of fine trees. On one side a magnificent cedar； on the other a great copper beech. Here and there among

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