She took out her hat, and was on her way to silence the bell-ringer, when Mr. Clare was driven up to the churchyard gate.
“He was a fine fellow, Thomas,” said the bell-ringer as the limping innkeeper set the third jug of beer before him.
The bell tolled—as it still does—the moment the death became known to the bell-ringer.
The young wife sat in the fish and heard the voice of the bell-ringer.
It will hardly be supposed, however, that the position of janitor and bell-ringer could pay all his expenses.
