But never mind , Saint . We 'll just wink the other eye for a few weeks . I admit I do n't feel comfortable myself , George . I feel as if I had drowned a kitten . But she promised , Saint -- and she was the one to offer it , George . Bismillah ! '' CHAPTER XXIII . THE GOOD-CONDUCT CLUB A light rain had been falling all day -- a little , delicate , beautiful spring rain , that somehow seemed to hint and whisper of mayflowers and wakening violets . The harbour and the gulf and the low-lying shore fields had been dim with pearl-gray mists . But now in the evening the rain had ceased and the mists had blown out to sea . Clouds sprinkled the sky over the harbour like little fiery roses . Beyond it the hills were dark against a spendthrift splendour of daffodil and crimson . A great silvery evening star was watching over the bar . A brisk , dancing , new-sprung wind was blowing up from Rainbow Valley , resinous with the odours of fir and damp mosses . It crooned in the old spruces around the graveyard and ruffled Faith 's splendid curls as she sat on Hezekiah Pollock 's tombstone with her arms round Mary Vance and Una . Carl and Jerry were sitting opposite them on another tombstone and all were rather full of mischief after being cooped up all day . `` The air just SHINES to-night , does n't it ? It 's been washed so clean , you see , '' said Faith happily . Mary Vance eyed her gloomily . Knowing what she knew , or fancied she knew , Mary considered that Faith was far too light-hearted .
Mary had something XXXXX her mind to say and she meant to say it before she went home .
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