Bess of the Woods by Warwick Deeping

The anger had melted out of Jeffray's heart from the moment that he had helped to lift his cousin's body and bear it with Beaty and Wilson to the coach. The reaction was but the recoiling of a sensitive nature from the violence that had brought a strong man in anguish to the ground. He stood watching the coach as it rolled along between the trees casting up a cloud of summer dust that drifted idly over the long grass.

Wilson, understanding something of the regret that had seized upon his friend's mind, laid his hand upon Jeffray's shoulder.