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The Moon Rock

The Moon Rock

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The Moon Rock

by

Arthur J. Rees

“There is no help for all these things are so,
And all the world is bitter as a tear,
And how these things are, though ye strove to show,
She would not know.

—Swinburne

1922


Table of Contents

Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III
Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI
Chapter VII Chapter VIII Chapter IX
Chapter X Chapter XI Chapter XII
Chapter XIII Chapter XIV Chapter XV
Chapter XVI Chapter XVII Chapter XVIII
Chapter XIX Chapter XX Chapter XXI
Chapter XXII Chapter XXIII Chapter XXIV
Chapter XXV Chapter XXVI Chapter XXVII
Chapter XXVIII Chapter XXIX Chapter XXX
Chapter XXXI Chapter XXXII Chapter XXXIII
Chapter XXXIV

The Moon Rock

Chapter I

The voice of the clergyman intoned the last sad hope of humanity, the final prayer was said, and the mourners turned away, leaving Mrs. Turold to take her rest in a bleak Cornish churchyard among strangers, far from the place of her birth and kindred.

The fact would not have troubled her if she had known. In life she had been a nonentity; in death she was not less. At least she could now mix with her betters without reproach, free (in the all-enveloping silence) from the fear of betraying her humble origin. Debrett’s Peerage was unimportant in the grave; breaches of social etiquette passed unnoticed there; the wagging of malicious tongues was stopped by dust.

Her husband lingered at the grave-side after the others had departed. As he stood staring into the open grave, regardless of a lurking grave-digger waiting to fill it, he looked like a man whose part in the drama of life was Care. There was no hint of happiness in his long narrow face, dull sunken eyes, and bloodless compressed lips. His expression was not that of one unable to tear himself away from the last glimpse of a loved wife fallen from his arms into the clutch of Death. It was the gaze of one immersed in anxious thought.

The mourners, who had just left the churchyard, awaited him by a rude stone cross near the entrance to the church. There were six—four men, a woman, and a girl. In the road close by stood

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