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'There was sympathy enough between you and him then,' he said, 'to have bywords for things. It was that I wanted to know. I understood the words.'

'They were pretty bitter bywords, as you call them,' Sylvia said. 'More like curses than kisses.'

'It was you that used them then,' Mrs Satterthwaite said. 'Christopher never said a bitter thing to you.'

An expression like a grin came slowly over Sylvia's face as she turned back to the priest.

'That's mother's tragedy,' she said. 'My husband's one of her best boys. She adores him. And he can't bear her.' She drifted behind the wall of the next room and they heard her tinkling the tea-things as the Father read on again beside the candle. His immense shadow began at the centre and ran along the pitch-pine ceiling, down the wall and across the floor to join his splay feet in their clumsy boots.

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