All the world about her seemed to be—how can one put it?—in wrappers, like a house when people leave it in the summer. It would be useless to tell her to go back, even heartless; and yet he could not advise her to go on, blindly, not knowing whether her aunt was dead or alive. Gather he found stuff belonging to the real Valade, and the vicomte, as well as your own letter. But still she knew they were not right, and at times they became a horrible obsession as of something waiting for her round the corner. Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees.
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