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'
One
of
us
would
be
puzzled
how
to
get
old
,
Stephen
,
without
'
t
other
getting
so
too
,
both
being
alive
,
'
she
answered
,
laughing
;
'
but
,
anyways
,
we
're
such
old
friends
,
and
t
'
hide
a
word
of
honest
truth
fro
'
one
another
would
be
a
sin
and
a
pity
.
'
Tis
better
not
to
walk
too
much
together
.
'
Times
,
yes
!
'
Twould
be
hard
,
indeed
,
if
'
twas
not
to
be
at
all
,
'
she
said
,
with
a
cheerfulness
she
sought
to
communicate
to
him
.
''
Tis
hard
,
anyways
,
Rachael
.
'
'
Try
to
think
not
;
and
'
twill
seem
better
.
'
'
I
've
tried
a
long
time
,
and
'
ta
'n
t
got
better
.
But
thou
'
rt
right
;
'
t
might
mak
fok
talk
,
even
of
thee
.
Thou
hast
been
that
to
me
,
Rachael
,
through
so
many
year
:
thou
hast
done
me
so
much
good
,
and
heartened
of
me
in
that
cheering
way
,
that
thy
word
is
a
law
to
me
.
Ah
,
lass
,
and
a
bright
good
law
!
Better
than
some
real
ones
.
'
'
Never
fret
about
them
,
Stephen
,
'
she
answered
quickly
,
and
not
without
an
anxious
glance
at
his
face
.
'
Let
the
laws
be
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
he
said
,
with
a
slow
nod
or
two
.
'
Let
'em
be
.
Let
everything
be
.
Let
all
sorts
alone
.
'
Tis
a
muddle
,
and
that
's
aw
.
'
'
Always
a
muddle
?
'
said
Rachael
,
with
another
gentle
touch
upon
his
arm
,
as
if
to
recall
him
out
of
the
thoughtfulness
,
in
which
he
was
biting
the
long
ends
of
his
loose
neckerchief
as
he
walked
along
.
The
touch
had
its
instantaneous
effect
.
He
let
them
fall
,
turned
a
smiling
face
upon
her
,
and
said
,
as
he
broke
into
a
good-humoured
laugh
,
'
Ay
,
Rachael
,
lass
,
awlus
a
muddle
.
That
's
where
I
stick
.
I
come
to
the
muddle
many
times
and
agen
,
and
I
never
get
beyond
it
.
'
They
had
walked
some
distance
,
and
were
near
their
own
homes
.
The
woman
's
was
the
first
reached
.
It
was
in
one
of
the
many
small
streets
for
which
the
favourite
undertaker
(
who
turned
a
handsome
sum
out
of
the
one
poor
ghastly
pomp
of
the
neighbourhood
)
kept
a
black
ladder
,
in
order
that
those
who
had
done
their
daily
groping
up
and
down
the
narrow
stairs
might
slide
out
of
this
working
world
by
the
windows
.
She
stopped
at
the
corner
,
and
putting
her
hand
in
his
,
wished
him
good
night
.
'
Good
night
,
dear
lass
;
good
night
!
'
