It stands on the conflux of two rivers—the Chelmer, whence the town is called, and the Cann.

You know how matters stand, dear, said he. I have explained it also to our friends here. You're not afraid are you? It won't be painful, George? No more than laughing-gas at the dentist's.

His eyes are cold, and the chill between us twists in the pit of my stomach.

One she saw clearly—a dewy-eyed, lovely woman who murmured loving, broken words.