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 with a suggestion of a tremolo. "Perhaps we could walk across the churchyard?"

He hurried to the vestry with the sense of a reprieve.

She was waiting in the porch with her hands clasped, and smiled anxiously at the Vicar, who turned to lock the door behind him.

"Such a beautiful church!" she said as they walked on together.

"We consider it very beautiful."

"How the people must love it." Her manner was very childlike; she half turned to him, shyly, then turned away.

"Would you like another window?"

"A window?"

"A coloured window for the Lady Chapel. I would love to give you a window." She made the offer so simply that the Vicar felt as though he was being offered a kitten.

"But, my dear lady, windows like that are very expensive."

"I know," she said eagerly, "but I would be quite well able to afford one."

"A—a memorial window?"

"Memorial?"