together, in a corner of the cart; bewildered with alarm and

apprehension; and figuring strange objects in the gaunt trees,

whose branches waved grimly to and fro, as if in some fantastic

joy at the desolation of the scene.

As they passed Sunbury Church, the clock struck seven. There was

a light in the ferry-house window opposite: which streamed

across the road, and threw into more sombre shadow a dark

yew-tree with graves beneath it. There was a dull sound of