Yet the memory of that draught was to be very pleasant to Rosemary . In after years it seemed to her that there was something sacramental about it . Perhaps this was because of what the minister did when she handed him back the cup . He stooped again and filled it and drank of it himself . It was only by accident that he put his lips just where Rosemary had put hers , and Rosemary knew it . Nevertheless , it had a curious significance for her . They two had drunk of the same cup . She remembered idly that an old aunt of hers used to say that when two people did this their after-lives would be linked in some fashion , whether for good or ill . John Meredith held the cup uncertainly . He did not know what to do with it . The logical thing would have been to toss it away , but somehow he was disinclined to do this . Rosemary held out her hand for it . `` Will you let me have it ? '' she said . `` You made it so knackily . I never saw anyone make a birch cup so since my little brother used to make them long ago -- before he died . '' `` I learned how to make them when I was a boy , camping out one summer . An old hunter taught me , '' said Mr. Meredith . `` Let me carry your books , Miss West . '' Rosemary was startled into another fib and said oh , they were not heavy .
But the minister took them from her XXXXX quite a masterful air and they walked away together .
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