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I
looked
in
astonishment
towards
the
old
man
,
but
he
was
,
or
feigned
to
be
,
busied
in
the
arrangement
of
his
dress
.
From
him
I
looked
back
to
the
slight
gentle
figure
of
the
child
.
Alone
!
In
that
gloomy
place
all
the
long
,
dreary
night
.
She
evinced
no
consciousness
of
my
surprise
,
but
cheerfully
helped
the
old
man
with
his
cloak
,
and
when
he
was
ready
took
a
candle
to
light
us
out
.
Finding
that
we
did
not
follow
as
she
expected
,
she
looked
back
with
a
smile
and
waited
for
us
.
The
old
man
showed
by
his
face
that
he
plainly
understood
the
cause
of
my
hesitation
,
but
he
merely
signed
to
me
with
an
inclination
of
the
head
to
pass
out
of
the
room
before
him
,
and
remained
silent
.
I
had
no
resource
but
to
comply
.
When
we
reached
the
door
,
the
child
setting
down
the
candle
,
turned
to
say
good
night
and
raised
her
face
to
kiss
me
.
Then
she
ran
to
the
old
man
,
who
folded
her
in
his
arms
and
bade
God
bless
her
.
‘
Sleep
soundly
,
Nell
,
’
he
said
in
a
low
voice
,
‘
and
angels
guard
thy
bed
!
Do
not
forget
thy
prayers
,
my
sweet
.
’
‘
No
,
indeed
,
’
answered
the
child
fervently
,
‘
they
make
me
feel
so
happy
!
’
‘
That
’
s
well
;
I
know
they
do
;
they
should
,
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
Bless
thee
a
hundred
times
!
Early
in
the
morning
I
shall
be
home
.
’
‘
You
’
ll
not
ring
twice
,
’
returned
the
child
.
‘
The
bell
wakes
me
,
even
in
the
middle
of
a
dream
.
’
With
this
,
they
separated
.
The
child
opened
the
door
(
now
guarded
by
a
shutter
which
I
had
heard
the
boy
put
up
before
he
left
the
house
)
and
with
another
farewell
whose
clear
and
tender
note
I
have
recalled
a
thousand
times
,
held
it
until
we
had
passed
out
.
The
old
man
paused
a
moment
while
it
was
gently
closed
and
fastened
on
the
inside
,
and
satisfied
that
this
was
done
,
walked
on
at
a
slow
pace
.
At
the
street
-
corner
he
stopped
,
and
regarding
me
with
a
troubled
countenance
said
that
our
ways
were
widely
different
and
that
he
must
take
his
leave
.
I
would
have
spoken
,
but
summoning
up
more
alacrity
than
might
have
been
expected
in
one
of
his
appearance
,
he
hurried
away
.
I
could
see
that
twice
or
thrice
he
looked
back
as
if
to
ascertain
if
I
were
still
watching
him
,
or
perhaps
to
assure
himself
that
I
was
not
following
at
a
distance
.
The
obscurity
of
the
night
favoured
his
disappearance
,
and
his
figure
was
soon
beyond
my
sight
.
I
remained
standing
on
the
spot
where
he
had
left
me
,
unwilling
to
depart
,
and
yet
unknowing
why
I
should
loiter
there
.
I
looked
wistfully
into
the
street
we
had
lately
quitted
,
and
after
a
time
directed
my
steps
that
way
.
I
passed
and
repassed
the
house
,
and
stopped
and
listened
at
the
door
;
all
was
dark
,
and
silent
as
the
grave
.
