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There
were
strange
faces
in
almost
every
house
;
in
some
he
recognised
the
burly
form
of
some
old
schoolfellow
—
a
boy
when
he
last
saw
him
—
surrounded
by
a
troop
of
merry
children
;
in
others
he
saw
,
seated
in
an
easy
-
chair
at
a
cottage
door
,
a
feeble
and
infirm
old
man
,
whom
he
only
remembered
as
a
hale
and
hearty
labourer
;
but
they
had
all
forgotten
him
,
and
he
passed
on
unknown
.
‘
The
last
soft
light
of
the
setting
sun
had
fallen
on
the
earth
,
casting
a
rich
glow
on
the
yellow
corn
sheaves
,
and
lengthening
the
shadows
of
the
orchard
trees
,
as
he
stood
before
the
old
house
—
the
home
of
his
infancy
—
to
which
his
heart
had
yearned
with
an
intensity
of
affection
not
to
be
described
,
through
long
and
weary
years
of
captivity
and
sorrow
.
The
paling
was
low
,
though
he
well
remembered
the
time
that
it
had
seemed
a
high
wall
to
him
;
and
he
looked
over
into
the
old
garden
.
There
were
more
seeds
and
gayer
flowers
than
there
used
to
be
,
but
there
were
the
old
trees
still
—
the
very
tree
under
which
he
had
lain
a
thousand
times
when
tired
of
playing
in
the
sun
,
and
felt
the
soft
,
mild
sleep
of
happy
boyhood
steal
gently
upon
him
.
There
were
voices
within
the
house
.
He
listened
,
but
they
fell
strangely
upon
his
ear
;
he
knew
them
not
.
They
were
merry
too
;
and
he
well
knew
that
his
poor
old
mother
could
not
be
cheerful
,
and
he
away
.
The
door
opened
,
and
a
group
of
little
children
bounded
out
,
shouting
and
romping
.
The
father
,
with
a
little
boy
in
his
arms
,
appeared
at
the
door
,
and
they
crowded
round
him
,
clapping
their
tiny
hands
,
and
dragging
him
out
,
to
join
their
joyous
sports
.
The
convict
thought
on
the
many
times
he
had
shrunk
from
his
father
’
s
sight
in
that
very
place
.
He
remembered
how
often
he
had
buried
his
trembling
head
beneath
the
bedclothes
,
and
heard
the
harsh
word
,
and
the
hard
stripe
,
and
his
mother
’
s
wailing
;
and
though
the
man
sobbed
aloud
with
agony
of
mind
as
he
left
the
spot
,
his
fist
was
clenched
,
and
his
teeth
were
set
,
in
a
fierce
and
deadly
passion
.
‘
And
such
was
the
return
to
which
he
had
looked
through
the
weary
perspective
of
many
years
,
and
for
which
he
had
undergone
so
much
suffering
!
No
face
of
welcome
,
no
look
of
forgiveness
,
no
house
to
receive
,
no
hand
to
help
him
—
and
this
too
in
the
old
village
.
What
was
his
loneliness
in
the
wild
,
thick
woods
,
where
man
was
never
seen
,
to
this
!
‘
He
felt
that
in
the
distant
land
of
his
bondage
and
infamy
,
he
had
thought
of
his
native
place
as
it
was
when
he
left
it
;
and
not
as
it
would
be
when
he
returned
.
The
sad
reality
struck
coldly
at
his
heart
,
and
his
spirit
sank
within
him
.
He
had
not
courage
to
make
inquiries
,
or
to
present
himself
to
the
only
person
who
was
likely
to
receive
him
with
kindness
and
compassion
.
He
walked
slowly
on
;
and
shunning
the
roadside
like
a
guilty
man
,
turned
into
a
meadow
he
well
remembered
;
and
covering
his
face
with
his
hands
,
threw
himself
upon
the
grass
.
‘
He
had
not
observed
that
a
man
was
lying
on
the
bank
beside
him
;
his
garments
rustled
as
he
turned
round
to
steal
a
look
at
the
new
-
comer
;
and
Edmunds
raised
his
head
.
‘
The
man
had
moved
into
a
sitting
posture
.
His
body
was
much
bent
,
and
his
face
was
wrinkled
and
yellow
.
His
dress
denoted
him
an
inmate
of
the
workhouse
:
he
had
the
appearance
of
being
very
old
,
but
it
looked
more
the
effect
of
dissipation
or
disease
,
than
the
length
of
years
.
He
was
staring
hard
at
the
stranger
,
and
though
his
eyes
were
lustreless
and
heavy
at
first
,
they
appeared
to
glow
with
an
unnatural
and
alarmed
expression
after
they
had
been
fixed
upon
him
for
a
short
time
,
until
they
seemed
to
be
starting
from
their
sockets
.
Edmunds
gradually
raised
himself
to
his
knees
,
and
looked
more
and
more
earnestly
on
the
old
man
’
s
face
.
They
gazed
upon
each
other
in
silence
.
‘
The
old
man
was
ghastly
pale
.
He
shuddered
and
tottered
to
his
feet
.
Edmunds
sprang
to
his
.
He
stepped
back
a
pace
or
two
.
Edmunds
advanced
.
‘
"
Let
me
hear
you
speak
,
"
said
the
convict
,
in
a
thick
,
broken
voice
.
‘
"
Stand
off
!
"
cried
the
old
man
,
with
a
dreadful
oath
.
The
convict
drew
closer
to
him
.
