6. HALF-PAST TWELVE TO ONE A.M.Manston, when he retired to meditate, had walked round the
churchyard, and now entered the opened door of the building.
He mechanically pursued his way round the piers into his own
seat in the north aisle. The lower atmosphere of this spot was
shaded by its own wall from the shine which streamed in over the
window-sills on the same side. The only light burning inside the
church was a small tallow candle, standing in the font, in the
opposite aisle of the building to that in which Manston had sat
down, and near where the furniture was piled. The candle's mild
rays were overpowered by the ruddier light from the ruins, making
the weak flame to appear like the moon by day.
Sitting there he saw Farmer Springrove enter the door, followed
by his son Edwa
