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The
feeling
which
beset
the
child
was
one
of
dim
uncertain
horror
.
She
had
no
fear
of
the
dear
old
grandfather
,
in
whose
love
for
her
this
disease
of
the
brain
had
been
engendered
;
but
the
man
she
had
seen
that
night
,
wrapt
in
the
game
of
chance
,
lurking
in
her
room
,
and
counting
the
money
by
the
glimmering
light
,
seemed
like
another
creature
in
his
shape
,
a
monstrous
distortion
of
his
image
,
a
something
to
recoil
from
,
and
be
the
more
afraid
of
,
because
it
bore
a
likeness
to
him
,
and
kept
close
about
her
,
as
he
did
.
She
could
scarcely
connect
her
own
affectionate
companion
,
save
by
his
loss
,
with
this
old
man
,
so
like
yet
so
unlike
him
.
She
had
wept
to
see
him
dull
and
quiet
.
How
much
greater
cause
she
had
for
weeping
now
!
The
child
sat
watching
and
thinking
of
these
things
,
until
the
phantom
in
her
mind
so
increased
in
gloom
and
terror
,
that
she
felt
it
would
be
a
relief
to
hear
the
old
man
’
s
voice
,
or
,
if
he
were
asleep
,
even
to
see
him
,
and
banish
some
of
the
fears
that
clustered
round
his
image
.
She
stole
down
the
stairs
and
passage
again
.
The
door
was
still
ajar
as
she
had
left
it
,
and
the
candle
burning
as
before
.
She
had
her
own
candle
in
her
hand
,
prepared
to
say
,
if
he
were
waking
,
that
she
was
uneasy
and
could
not
rest
,
and
had
come
to
see
if
his
were
still
alight
.
Looking
into
the
room
,
she
saw
him
lying
calmly
on
his
bed
,
and
so
took
courage
to
enter
.
Fast
asleep
.
No
passion
in
the
face
,
no
avarice
,
no
anxiety
,
no
wild
desire
;
all
gentle
,
tranquil
,
and
at
peace
.
This
was
not
the
gambler
,
or
the
shadow
in
her
room
;
this
was
not
even
the
worn
and
jaded
man
whose
face
had
so
often
met
her
own
in
the
grey
morning
light
;
this
was
her
dear
old
friend
,
her
harmless
fellow
-
traveller
,
her
good
,
kind
grandfather
.
She
had
no
fear
as
she
looked
upon
his
slumbering
features
,
but
she
had
a
deep
and
weighty
sorrow
,
and
it
found
its
relief
in
tears
.
‘
God
bless
him
!
’
said
the
child
,
stooping
softly
to
kiss
his
placid
cheek
.
‘
I
see
too
well
now
,
that
they
would
indeed
part
us
if
they
found
us
out
,
and
shut
him
up
from
the
light
of
the
sun
and
sky
.
He
has
only
me
to
help
him
.
God
bless
us
both
!
’
Lighting
her
candle
,
she
retreated
as
silently
as
she
had
come
,
and
,
gaining
her
own
room
once
more
,
sat
up
during
the
remainder
of
that
long
,
long
,
miserable
night
.
At
last
the
day
turned
her
waning
candle
pale
,
and
she
fell
asleep
.
She
was
quickly
roused
by
the
girl
who
had
shown
her
up
to
bed
;
and
,
as
soon
as
she
was
dressed
,
prepared
to
go
down
to
her
grandfather
.
But
first
she
searched
her
pocket
and
found
that
her
money
was
all
gone
—
not
a
sixpence
remained
.
