ABSTRACT
Yes, she was ready for anything! She moved as one in a dream; the people around her seemed like shadows. She played her part among them, but even as she spoke that grey churchyard, with its open grave, was before her mind’s eye; she heard the thud of earth upon the coffin-lid, while the clammy mist seemed to be clinging round her, and the words went out mournfully over the tombs, ‘Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.’
