The Elstones - A Novel #255102

Then she shivered, for the had been standing on this very s ot when the litt e episode had taken place. She, ynthia Elstone, had listened to those words, had received that kiss. And the Downs had never prepared her for such a night as this, when they seemed to stand still and hold their very breath. For to-night they were not sleeping monsters, som nolent sentinels, as she had sometimes imagined them to be. They were awake, aware, cognizant of the happenings, of the new tragedy that was only to them part of the unbroken chain of tra edy and comedy they had been watching silently or thou sands of years. They would ther this, too, into their grim unwritten records. Et she could almost believe that they both knew and felt all that was passing at Shawhurst Place to-night.