Bela was to be buried at four. As Judge Ostrander prepared to lock his gate behind the simple cortege which was destined to grow into a vast crowd before it reached the cemetery, he was stopped by the sergeant who whispered in his ear:
"I thought your honour might like to know that the woman -- you know the one I mean without my naming her -- has been amusing herself this morning in a very peculiar manner. She broke down some branches in the ravine, -- small ones, of course, -- and would give no account of herself when one of my men asked her what she was up to. It may mean nothing, but I thought you would like to know."
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