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Then
there
were
so
many
of
them
with
their
great
glassy
eyes
—
and
,
as
they
stood
one
behind
the
other
all
about
her
bed
,
they
looked
so
like
living
creatures
,
and
yet
so
unlike
in
their
grim
stillness
and
silence
,
that
she
had
a
kind
of
terror
of
them
for
their
own
sakes
,
and
would
often
lie
watching
their
dusky
figures
until
she
was
obliged
to
rise
and
light
a
candle
,
or
go
and
sit
at
the
open
window
and
feel
a
companionship
in
the
bright
stars
.
At
these
times
,
she
would
recall
the
old
house
and
the
window
at
which
she
used
to
sit
alone
;
and
then
she
would
think
of
poor
Kit
and
all
his
kindness
,
until
the
tears
came
into
her
eyes
,
and
she
would
weep
and
smile
together
.
Often
and
anxiously
at
this
silent
hour
,
her
thoughts
reverted
to
her
grandfather
,
and
she
would
wonder
how
much
he
remembered
of
their
former
life
,
and
whether
he
was
ever
really
mindful
of
the
change
in
their
condition
and
of
their
late
helplessness
and
destitution
.
When
they
were
wandering
about
,
she
seldom
thought
of
this
,
but
now
she
could
not
help
considering
what
would
become
of
them
if
he
fell
sick
,
or
her
own
strength
were
to
fail
her
.
He
was
very
patient
and
willing
,
happy
to
execute
any
little
task
,
and
glad
to
be
of
use
;
but
he
was
in
the
same
listless
state
,
with
no
prospect
of
improvement
—
a
mere
child
—
a
poor
,
thoughtless
,
vacant
creature
—
a
harmless
fond
old
man
,
susceptible
of
tender
love
and
regard
for
her
,
and
of
pleasant
and
painful
impressions
,
but
alive
to
nothing
more
.
It
made
her
very
sad
to
know
that
this
was
so
—
so
sad
to
see
it
that
sometimes
when
he
sat
idly
by
,
smiling
and
nodding
to
her
when
she
looked
round
,
or
when
he
caressed
some
little
child
and
carried
it
to
and
fro
,
as
he
was
fond
of
doing
by
the
hour
together
,
perplexed
by
its
simple
questions
,
yet
patient
under
his
own
infirmity
,
and
seeming
almost
conscious
of
it
too
,
and
humbled
even
before
the
mind
of
an
infant
—
so
sad
it
made
her
to
see
him
thus
,
that
she
would
burst
into
tears
,
and
,
withdrawing
into
some
secret
place
,
fall
down
upon
her
knees
and
pray
that
he
might
be
restored
.
But
,
the
bitterness
of
her
grief
was
not
in
beholding
him
in
this
condition
,
when
he
was
at
least
content
and
tranquil
,
nor
in
her
solitary
meditations
on
his
altered
state
,
though
these
were
trials
for
a
young
heart
.
Cause
for
deeper
and
heavier
sorrow
was
yet
to
come
.
One
evening
,
a
holiday
night
with
them
,
Nell
and
her
grandfather
went
out
to
walk
.
They
had
been
rather
closely
confined
for
some
days
,
and
the
weather
being
warm
,
they
strolled
a
long
distance
.
Clear
of
the
town
,
they
took
a
footpath
which
struck
through
some
pleasant
fields
,
judging
that
it
would
terminate
in
the
road
they
quitted
and
enable
them
to
return
that
way
.
It
made
,
however
,
a
much
wider
circuit
than
they
had
supposed
,
and
thus
they
were
tempted
onward
until
sunset
,
when
they
reached
the
track
of
which
they
were
in
search
,
and
stopped
to
rest
.
It
had
been
gradually
getting
overcast
,
and
now
the
sky
was
dark
and
lowering
,
save
where
the
glory
of
the
departing
sun
piled
up
masses
of
gold
and
burning
fire
,
decaying
embers
of
which
gleamed
here
and
there
through
the
black
veil
,
and
shone
redly
down
upon
the
earth
.
The
wind
began
to
moan
in
hollow
murmurs
,
as
the
sun
went
down
carrying
glad
day
elsewhere
;
and
a
train
of
dull
clouds
coming
up
against
it
,
menaced
thunder
and
lightning
.
Large
drops
of
rain
soon
began
to
fall
,
and
,
as
the
storm
clouds
came
sailing
onward
,
others
supplied
the
void
they
left
behind
and
spread
over
all
the
sky
.
Then
was
heard
the
low
rumbling
of
distant
thunder
,
then
the
lightning
quivered
,
and
then
the
darkness
of
an
hour
seemed
to
have
gathered
in
an
instant
.
Fearful
of
taking
shelter
beneath
a
tree
or
hedge
,
the
old
man
and
the
child
hurried
along
the
high
road
,
hoping
to
find
some
house
in
which
they
could
seek
a
refuge
from
the
storm
,
which
had
now
burst
forth
in
earnest
,
and
every
moment
increased
in
violence
.
Drenched
with
the
pelting
rain
,
confused
by
the
deafening
thunder
,
and
bewildered
by
the
glare
of
the
forked
lightning
,
they
would
have
passed
a
solitary
house
without
being
aware
of
its
vicinity
,
had
not
a
man
,
who
was
standing
at
the
door
,
called
lustily
to
them
to
enter
.
‘
Your
ears
ought
to
be
better
than
other
folks
’
at
any
rate
,
if
you
make
so
little
of
the
chance
of
being
struck
blind
,
’
he
said
,
retreating
from
the
door
and
shading
his
eyes
with
his
hands
as
the
jagged
lightning
came
again
.
‘
What
were
you
going
past
for
,
eh
?
’
he
added
,
as
he
closed
the
door
and
led
the
way
along
a
passage
to
a
room
behind
.
‘
We
didn
’
t
see
the
house
,
sir
,
till
we
heard
you
calling
,
’
Nell
replied
.
‘
No
wonder
,
’
said
the
man
,
‘
with
this
lightning
in
one
’
s
eyes
,
by
-
the
-
by
.
You
had
better
stand
by
the
fire
here
,
and
dry
yourselves
a
bit
.
You
can
call
for
what
you
like
if
you
want
anything
.
If
you
don
’
t
want
anything
,
you
are
not
obliged
to
give
an
order
.
Don
’
t
be
afraid
of
that
.
This
is
a
public
-
house
,
that
’
s
all
.
The
Valiant
Soldier
is
pretty
well
known
hereabouts
.
’
