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‘
I
shall
never
feel
ill
again
,
now
that
we
are
once
away
,
’
was
his
reply
.
‘
Let
us
be
stirring
,
Nell
.
We
must
be
further
away
—
a
long
,
long
way
further
.
We
are
too
near
to
stop
,
and
be
at
rest
.
Come
!
’
There
was
a
pool
of
clear
water
in
the
field
,
in
which
the
child
laved
her
hands
and
face
,
and
cooled
her
feet
before
setting
forth
to
walk
again
.
She
would
have
the
old
man
refresh
himself
in
this
way
too
,
and
making
him
sit
down
upon
the
grass
,
cast
the
water
on
him
with
her
hands
,
and
dried
it
with
her
simple
dress
.
‘
I
can
do
nothing
for
myself
,
my
darling
,
’
said
the
grandfather
;
‘
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
is
,
I
could
once
,
but
the
time
’
s
gone
.
Don
’
t
leave
me
,
Nell
;
say
that
thou
’
lt
not
leave
me
.
I
loved
thee
all
the
while
,
indeed
I
did
.
If
I
lose
thee
too
,
my
dear
,
I
must
die
!
’
He
laid
his
head
upon
her
shoulder
and
moaned
piteously
.
The
time
had
been
,
and
a
very
few
days
before
,
when
the
child
could
not
have
restrained
her
tears
and
must
have
wept
with
him
.
But
now
she
soothed
him
with
gentle
and
tender
words
,
smiled
at
his
thinking
they
could
ever
part
,
and
rallied
him
cheerfully
upon
the
jest
.
He
was
soon
calmed
and
fell
asleep
,
singing
to
himself
in
a
low
voice
,
like
a
little
child
.
He
awoke
refreshed
,
and
they
continued
their
journey
.
The
road
was
pleasant
,
lying
between
beautiful
pastures
and
fields
of
corn
,
about
which
,
poised
high
in
the
clear
blue
sky
,
the
lark
trilled
out
her
happy
song
.
The
air
came
laden
with
the
fragrance
it
caught
upon
its
way
,
and
the
bees
,
upborne
upon
its
scented
breath
,
hummed
forth
their
drowsy
satisfaction
as
they
floated
by
.
They
were
now
in
the
open
country
;
the
houses
were
very
few
and
scattered
at
long
intervals
,
often
miles
apart
.
Occasionally
they
came
upon
a
cluster
of
poor
cottages
,
some
with
a
chair
or
low
board
put
across
the
open
door
to
keep
the
scrambling
children
from
the
road
,
others
shut
up
close
while
all
the
family
were
working
in
the
fields
.
These
were
often
the
commencement
of
a
little
village
:
and
after
an
interval
came
a
wheelwright
’
s
shed
or
perhaps
a
blacksmith
’
s
forge
;
then
a
thriving
farm
with
sleepy
cows
lying
about
the
yard
,
and
horses
peering
over
the
low
wall
and
scampering
away
when
harnessed
horses
passed
upon
the
road
,
as
though
in
triumph
at
their
freedom
.
There
were
dull
pigs
too
,
turning
up
the
ground
in
search
of
dainty
food
,
and
grunting
their
monotonous
grumblings
as
they
prowled
about
,
or
crossed
each
other
in
their
quest
;
plump
pigeons
skimming
round
the
roof
or
strutting
on
the
eaves
;
and
ducks
and
geese
,
far
more
graceful
in
their
own
conceit
,
waddling
awkwardly
about
the
edges
of
the
pond
or
sailing
glibly
on
its
surface
.
The
farm
-
yard
passed
,
then
came
the
little
inn
;
the
humbler
beer
-
shop
;
and
the
village
tradesman
’
s
;
then
the
lawyer
’
s
and
the
parson
’
s
,
at
whose
dread
names
the
beer
-
shop
trembled
;
the
church
then
peeped
out
modestly
from
a
clump
of
trees
;
then
there
were
a
few
more
cottages
;
then
the
cage
,
and
pound
,
and
not
unfrequently
,
on
a
bank
by
the
way
-
side
,
a
deep
old
dusty
well
.
Then
came
the
trim
-
hedged
fields
on
either
hand
,
and
the
open
road
again
.
They
walked
all
day
,
and
slept
that
night
at
a
small
cottage
where
beds
were
let
to
travellers
.
Next
morning
they
were
afoot
again
,
and
though
jaded
at
first
,
and
very
tired
,
recovered
before
long
and
proceeded
briskly
forward
.
They
often
stopped
to
rest
,
but
only
for
a
short
space
at
a
time
,
and
still
kept
on
,
having
had
but
slight
refreshment
since
the
morning
.
It
was
nearly
five
o
’
clock
in
the
afternoon
,
when
drawing
near
another
cluster
of
labourers
’
huts
,
the
child
looked
wistfully
in
each
,
doubtful
at
which
to
ask
for
permission
to
rest
awhile
,
and
buy
a
draught
of
milk
.
