She walked on after she had spoken , down the long rose path . I watched her until she reached the house and went up the steps . In truth I thought the girl was someone not quite in her right mind . When I reached home I did not speak of the matter to anyone , not even to inquire who the girl might possibly be . There seemed to be something in that strange meeting that demanded my silence . The next morning word came that old Mr. Lawrence was dead . When I hurried down to Woodlands I found all in confusion , but Mrs. Yeats took me into the blue parlour and told me what little there was to tell . `` He must have died soon after you left him , Miss Jeanette , '' she sobbed , `` for Mrs. Stewart wakened at ten o'clock and he was gone . He lay there , smiling , with such a strange look on his face as if he had just seen something that made him wonderfully happy . I never saw such a look on a dead face before . '' `` Who is here besides Mrs. Stewart ? '' I asked . `` Nobody , '' said Mrs. Yeats . `` We have sent word to all his friends but they have not had time to arrive here yet . '' `` I met a young girl in the garden last night , '' I said slowly . `` She came into the house . I did not know her but I thought she must be a relative of Mr. Lawrence 's . '' Mrs. Yeats shook her head . `` No . It must have been somebody from the village , although I did n't know of anyone calling after you went away . ''
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