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Above
the
hoarse
loud
hum
,
arose
,
from
time
to
time
,
a
boisterous
laugh
;
or
a
scrap
of
some
jingling
song
,
shouted
forth
,
by
one
of
the
giddy
crowd
,
would
strike
upon
the
ear
,
for
an
instant
,
and
then
be
lost
amidst
the
roar
of
voices
and
the
tramp
of
footsteps
;
the
breaking
of
the
billows
of
the
restless
sea
of
life
,
that
rolled
heavily
on
,
without
.
These
are
melancholy
sounds
to
a
quiet
listener
at
any
time
;
but
how
melancholy
to
the
watcher
by
the
bed
of
death
!
‘
There
is
no
air
here
,
’
said
the
man
faintly
.
‘
The
place
pollutes
it
.
It
was
fresh
round
about
,
when
I
walked
there
,
years
ago
;
but
it
grows
hot
and
heavy
in
passing
these
walls
.
I
cannot
breathe
it
.
’
‘
We
have
breathed
it
together
,
for
a
long
time
,
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
Come
,
come
.
’
There
was
a
short
silence
,
during
which
the
two
spectators
approached
the
bed
.
The
sick
man
drew
a
hand
of
his
old
fellow
-
prisoner
towards
him
,
and
pressing
it
affectionately
between
both
his
own
,
retained
it
in
his
grasp
.
‘
I
hope
,
’
he
gasped
after
a
while
,
so
faintly
that
they
bent
their
ears
close
over
the
bed
to
catch
the
half
-
formed
sounds
his
pale
lips
gave
vent
to
—
‘
I
hope
my
merciful
Judge
will
bear
in
mind
my
heavy
punishment
on
earth
.
Twenty
years
,
my
friend
,
twenty
years
in
this
hideous
grave
!
My
heart
broke
when
my
child
died
,
and
I
could
not
even
kiss
him
in
his
little
coffin
.
My
loneliness
since
then
,
in
all
this
noise
and
riot
,
has
been
very
dreadful
.
May
God
forgive
me
!
He
has
seen
my
solitary
,
lingering
death
’
He
folded
his
hands
,
and
murmuring
something
more
they
could
not
hear
,
fell
into
a
sleep
—
only
a
sleep
at
first
,
for
they
saw
him
smile
.
They
whispered
together
for
a
little
time
,
and
the
turnkey
,
stooping
over
the
pillow
,
drew
hastily
back
.
‘
He
has
got
his
discharge
,
by
G
—
!
’
said
the
man
.
He
had
.
But
he
had
grown
so
like
death
in
life
,
that
they
knew
not
when
he
died
.
A
few
mornings
after
his
incarceration
,
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
,
having
arranged
his
master
’
s
room
with
all
possible
care
,
and
seen
him
comfortably
seated
over
his
books
and
papers
,
withdrew
to
employ
himself
for
an
hour
or
two
to
come
,
as
he
best
could
.
It
was
a
fine
morning
,
and
it
occurred
to
Sam
that
a
pint
of
porter
in
the
open
air
would
lighten
his
next
quarter
of
an
hour
or
so
,
as
well
as
any
little
amusement
in
which
he
could
indulge
.
