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half a mile from home. At the farther edge of the woods where the land was highest, Great Pine Tree stood the last of its generation, whether it was left for a boundary mark or for what reason. No one could say the wood choppers who had felt its mates were dead and gone long ago, and the whole forest of sturdy trees, pines and oaks and maples had grown again. But the stately head of this old pine towered above them all and made a landmark for sea and shore, miles and miles away. Sylvia knew it well. She'd always believed that whoever climbed to the top of it could see the ocean, and the little girl had often laid her hand upon the great rough trunk and looked up wistfully at those dark bows that the wind always stirred, no matter how hot and still the air might be below. And now, at this point, the house caught its breath all of a sudden in a new access of astonishment, for it discovered that whereas in one part of the hall, Deacon Bilson was standing up with his head weekly bowed in another part of it, lawyer Wilson was doing the same. There was a wondering silence. Now, for a while, everybody was puzzled and 19 couples were surprised and indignant. Bilson and Wilson turned and stared at each other. Bilson asked bitingly, Why do you rise, Mr Wilson? Because I have a right to. Perhaps you will be good enough to explain to the house why you rise with great pleasure. Because I wrote that paper. It is an impudent falsity. I wrote it myself. I have heard of you, Mr Holmes. I have heard of you from Mrs Farron Tosh, whom you helped in the hour of her sore need. It was from her that I had to address. Oh, sir, do you not think that you could help me to and at least throw a little light through the dense darkness which surrounds May? At present, it is out of my power to reward you for your services. But in a month or six weeks, I shall be married with the control of my own income. And then at least you shall not find me ungrateful. Holmes turned to his desk and unlocking it drew out a small casebook which he consulted for ANTOSH said he? Ah, yes. I recall the case. It was concerned with an opal tiara. I think it was before your time, Watson. I can only say, madam, that I shall be happy to devote the same care to your case as I did to that of your friend. As to reward my profession is its own reward. I broke and reached him a flagon of the grave. He emptied it out of breath. His eyes flashed with a fierce light. He laughed and threw the bottle upwards with her gesticulations. I did not understand. I looked at him in surprise. He repeated the movement. A grotesque one you do not comprehend. He said not, I replied. Then you are not of the brotherhood. How you are not of the Masons. Yes, Yes, I said yes. Yes, you impossible. And Mason? A Mason, I replied a sign. He said A sign. It is this I answered, producing a trowel from beneath the folds of my Rachael air. Yeah, you're just, he exclaimed, recoiling a few paces. But let us proceed to the Amanti. Other rip! He thought himself a moment and inquired. Where's Nicholas Vetter? There was a silence for a little while when an old man replied in a thin piping voice, Nicholas Vetter, Why he is dead and gone these 18 years. There was a wooden tombstone in the churchyard that used to tell all about him, but that's rotten and gone to Where's Bram Dutcher? Oh, he went off to the Army in the beginning of the war. Some say he was killed at the storming of the Stony point. Others say he was drowned in a squall at the foot of Anthony's knows. I don't know. He never came back again. Where's Van Bommel, the schoolmaster? He went off to the wars to, was a great militia general and is now in Congress.