They vaulted over, with the agility of modern girls practised in
gymnastics, and very soon were inside the church. The dust was
thicker than ever, but in the excitement of displaying the various
points of interest Laura hardly noticed it; and they poked about
everywhere, little dreaming of the appalling risk they ran.
Llewellyn, on quitting the school, came round to speak to Reed; and
found the old man, who had just returned, standing staring stupidly
at the bare nail on the wall. "Did you come and fetch the church
key away, sir?" he began.
"I? I've never touched it--never seen it! And yet it's gone from the
nail! Surely it can't be that somebody has taken it to go inside the
church! Lane says the tower can't possibly last out the day."
For an instant they gazed at each other with scared faces; and then
Llewellyn rushed away, mad with fear, clearing first the churchyard
fence, and then the tombstones with incredible bounds. As he went a
curious, dull rumble was audible, and to his horror he distinctly
saw the massive tower first sway slightly, and then commence to
slip, slip with a horrible motion unlike anything he had ever seen
before. The church door was ajar--there must be somebody inside!
Pray Heaven he might be in time!
[Illustration: "I couldn't rest till I saw you," she faltered.--_p.
44._]
Meanwhile the girls, poring over an old floor-brass, were startled
by the rumbling; whilst the dust grew so much thicker that Laura
exclaimed, "Pah! What a stuffy old place! That rumble must be
thunder--there it is again!"
Still not suspecting their danger, they leisurely retraced their
steps to the south door, at the bottom of the church, very near
the fatal tower. Laura could distinctly remember turning past the
last pew; but after that nothing was clear. She only knew that some
man, unrecognisable in the cloud of dust and mortar which suddenly
obscured everything, threw himself, as a still louder rumble
occurred, with what then seemed absolutely brutal violence upon her
and Daisy. Seizing her with a force which for days left bruises
on her arms, he positively hurled her and her friend before him
through the open door. Then before he had himself quite crossed the
threshold the entire fabric of the tower fell with a terrific crash,
wrecking the whole of that end of the church.
III.
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