Owing to the action of the sun during the preceding day, the
stone was warm and dry, in comforting contrast to the rough and chill
grass around, which had damped her skirts and shoes.
"I don't want to go any further, Angel," she said, stretching out her
hand for his. "Can't we bide here?"
"I fear not. This spot is visible for miles by day, although it does
not seem so now."
"One of my mother's people was a shepherd hereabouts, now I think of
it. And you used to say at Talbothays that I was a heathen. So now
I am at home."
He knelt down beside her outstretched form, and put his lips upon
hers.
"Sleepy are you, dear? I think you are lying on an altar."
"I like very much to be here," she murmured. "It is so solemn and
lonely--after my great happiness--with nothing but the sky above my
face. It seems as if there were no folk in the world but we two;
and I wish there were not--except 'Liza-Lu."
Clare though she might as well rest here till it should get a little
lighter, and he flung his overcoat upon her, and sat down by her
side.
"Angel, if anything happens to me, will you watch over 'Liza-Lu for
my sake?" she asked, when they had listened a long time to the wind
among the pillars.
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