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She
stepped
forward
,
and
pressed
the
passive
hand
that
lay
upon
the
coverlet
.
The
two
old
friends
and
companions
—
for
such
they
were
,
though
they
were
man
and
child
—
held
each
other
in
a
long
embrace
,
and
then
the
little
scholar
turned
his
face
towards
the
wall
,
and
fell
asleep
.
The
poor
schoolmaster
sat
in
the
same
place
,
holding
the
small
cold
hand
in
his
,
and
chafing
it
.
It
was
but
the
hand
of
a
dead
child
.
He
felt
that
;
and
yet
he
chafed
it
still
,
and
could
not
lay
it
down
.
Almost
broken
-
hearted
,
Nell
withdrew
with
the
schoolmaster
from
the
bedside
and
returned
to
his
cottage
.
In
the
midst
of
her
grief
and
tears
she
was
yet
careful
to
conceal
their
real
cause
from
the
old
man
,
for
the
dead
boy
had
been
a
grandchild
,
and
left
but
one
aged
relative
to
mourn
his
premature
decay
.
She
stole
away
to
bed
as
quickly
as
she
could
,
and
when
she
was
alone
,
gave
free
vent
to
the
sorrow
with
which
her
breast
was
overcharged
.
But
the
sad
scene
she
had
witnessed
,
was
not
without
its
lesson
of
content
and
gratitude
;
of
content
with
the
lot
which
left
her
health
and
freedom
;
and
gratitude
that
she
was
spared
to
the
one
relative
and
friend
she
loved
,
and
to
live
and
move
in
a
beautiful
world
,
when
so
many
young
creatures
—
as
young
and
full
of
hope
as
she
—
were
stricken
down
and
gathered
to
their
graves
.
How
many
of
the
mounds
in
that
old
churchyard
where
she
had
lately
strayed
,
grew
green
above
the
graves
of
children
!
And
though
she
thought
as
a
child
herself
,
and
did
not
perhaps
sufficiently
consider
to
what
a
bright
and
happy
existence
those
who
die
young
are
borne
,
and
how
in
death
they
lose
the
pain
of
seeing
others
die
around
them
,
bearing
to
the
tomb
some
strong
affection
of
their
hearts
(
which
makes
the
old
die
many
times
in
one
long
life
)
,
still
she
thought
wisely
enough
,
to
draw
a
plain
and
easy
moral
from
what
she
had
seen
that
night
,
and
to
store
it
,
deep
in
her
mind
.
Her
dreams
were
of
the
little
scholar
:
not
coffined
and
covered
up
,
but
mingling
with
angels
,
and
smiling
happily
.
The
sun
darting
his
cheerful
rays
into
the
room
,
awoke
her
;
and
now
there
remained
but
to
take
leave
of
the
poor
schoolmaster
and
wander
forth
once
more
.
By
the
time
they
were
ready
to
depart
,
school
had
begun
.
In
the
darkened
room
,
the
din
of
yesterday
was
going
on
again
:
a
little
sobered
and
softened
down
,
perhaps
,
but
only
a
very
little
,
if
at
all
.
The
schoolmaster
rose
from
his
desk
and
walked
with
them
to
the
gate
.
It
was
with
a
trembling
and
reluctant
hand
,
that
the
child
held
out
to
him
the
money
which
the
lady
had
given
her
at
the
races
for
her
flowers
:
faltering
in
her
thanks
as
she
thought
how
small
the
sum
was
,
and
blushing
as
she
offered
it
.
But
he
bade
her
put
it
up
,
and
stooping
to
kiss
her
cheek
,
turned
back
into
his
house
.
They
had
not
gone
half
-
a
-
dozen
paces
when
he
was
at
the
door
again
;
the
old
man
retraced
his
steps
to
shake
hands
,
and
the
child
did
the
same
.
‘
Good
fortune
and
happiness
go
with
you
!
’
said
the
poor
schoolmaster
.
‘
I
am
quite
a
solitary
man
now
.
If
you
ever
pass
this
way
again
,
you
’
ll
not
forget
the
little
village
-
school
.
’
