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The
old
man
almost
answered
my
thoughts
,
as
he
laid
his
hand
on
hers
,
and
spoke
aloud
.
‘
I
’
ll
be
of
better
cheer
,
Nell
,
’
he
said
;
‘
there
must
be
good
fortune
in
store
for
thee
—
I
do
not
ask
it
for
myself
,
but
thee
.
Such
miseries
must
fall
on
thy
innocent
head
without
it
,
that
I
cannot
believe
but
that
,
being
tempted
,
it
will
come
at
last
!
’
She
looked
cheerfully
into
his
face
,
but
made
no
answer
.
‘
When
I
think
,
’
said
he
,
‘
of
the
many
years
—
many
in
thy
short
life
—
that
thou
has
lived
with
me
;
of
my
monotonous
existence
,
knowing
no
companions
of
thy
own
age
nor
any
childish
pleasures
;
of
the
solitude
in
which
thou
has
grown
to
be
what
thou
art
,
and
in
which
thou
hast
lived
apart
from
nearly
all
thy
kind
but
one
old
man
;
I
sometimes
fear
I
have
dealt
hardly
by
thee
,
Nell
.
’
‘
Grandfather
!
’
cried
the
child
in
unfeigned
surprise
.
‘
Not
in
intention
—
no
no
,
’
said
he
.
‘
I
have
ever
looked
forward
to
the
time
that
should
enable
thee
to
mix
among
the
gayest
and
prettiest
,
and
take
thy
station
with
the
best
.
But
I
still
look
forward
,
Nell
,
I
still
look
forward
,
and
if
I
should
be
forced
to
leave
thee
,
meanwhile
,
how
have
I
fitted
thee
for
struggles
with
the
world
?
The
poor
bird
yonder
is
as
well
qualified
to
encounter
it
,
and
be
turned
adrift
upon
its
mercies
—
Hark
!
I
hear
Kit
outside
.
Go
to
him
,
Nell
,
go
to
him
.
’
She
rose
,
and
hurrying
away
,
stopped
,
turned
back
,
and
put
her
arms
about
the
old
man
’
s
neck
,
then
left
him
and
hurried
away
again
—
but
faster
this
time
,
to
hide
her
falling
tears
.
‘
A
word
in
your
ear
,
sir
,
’
said
the
old
man
in
a
hurried
whisper
.
‘
I
have
been
rendered
uneasy
by
what
you
said
the
other
night
,
and
can
only
plead
that
I
have
done
all
for
the
best
—
that
it
is
too
late
to
retract
,
if
I
could
(
though
I
cannot
)
—
and
that
I
hope
to
triumph
yet
.
All
is
for
her
sake
.
I
have
borne
great
poverty
myself
,
and
would
spare
her
the
sufferings
that
poverty
carries
with
it
.
I
would
spare
her
the
miseries
that
brought
her
mother
,
my
own
dear
child
,
to
an
early
grave
.
I
would
leave
her
—
not
with
resources
which
could
be
easily
spent
or
squandered
away
,
but
with
what
would
place
her
beyond
the
reach
of
want
for
ever
.
You
mark
me
sir
?
She
shall
have
no
pittance
,
but
a
fortune
—
Hush
!
I
can
say
no
more
than
that
,
now
or
at
any
other
time
,
and
she
is
here
again
!
’
The
eagerness
with
which
all
this
was
poured
into
my
ear
,
the
trembling
of
the
hand
with
which
he
clasped
my
arm
,
the
strained
and
starting
eyes
he
fixed
upon
me
,
the
wild
vehemence
and
agitation
of
his
manner
,
filled
me
with
amazement
.
All
that
I
had
heard
and
seen
,
and
a
great
part
of
what
he
had
said
himself
,
led
me
to
suppose
that
he
was
a
wealthy
man
.
I
could
form
no
comprehension
of
his
character
,
unless
he
were
one
of
those
miserable
wretches
who
,
having
made
gain
the
sole
end
and
object
of
their
lives
and
having
succeeded
in
amassing
great
riches
,
are
constantly
tortured
by
the
dread
of
poverty
,
and
beset
by
fears
of
loss
and
ruin
.
Many
things
he
had
said
which
I
had
been
at
a
loss
to
understand
,
were
quite
reconcilable
with
the
idea
thus
presented
to
me
,
and
at
length
I
concluded
that
beyond
all
doubt
he
was
one
of
this
unhappy
race
.
