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Through
these
bewildering
sights
and
deafening
sounds
,
their
conductor
led
them
to
where
,
in
a
dark
portion
of
the
building
,
one
furnace
burnt
by
night
and
day
—
so
,
at
least
,
they
gathered
from
the
motion
of
his
lips
,
for
as
yet
they
could
only
see
him
speak
:
not
hear
him
.
The
man
who
had
been
watching
this
fire
,
and
whose
task
was
ended
for
the
present
,
gladly
withdrew
,
and
left
them
with
their
friend
,
who
,
spreading
Nell
’
s
little
cloak
upon
a
heap
of
ashes
,
and
showing
her
where
she
could
hang
her
outer
-
clothes
to
dry
,
signed
to
her
and
the
old
man
to
lie
down
and
sleep
.
For
himself
,
he
took
his
station
on
a
rugged
mat
before
the
furnace
-
door
,
and
resting
his
chin
upon
his
hands
,
watched
the
flame
as
it
shone
through
the
iron
chinks
,
and
the
white
ashes
as
they
fell
into
their
bright
hot
grave
below
.
The
warmth
of
her
bed
,
hard
and
humble
as
it
was
,
combined
with
the
great
fatigue
she
had
undergone
,
soon
caused
the
tumult
of
the
place
to
fall
with
a
gentler
sound
upon
the
child
’
s
tired
ears
,
and
was
not
long
in
lulling
her
to
sleep
.
The
old
man
was
stretched
beside
her
,
and
with
her
hand
upon
his
neck
she
lay
and
dreamed
.
It
was
yet
night
when
she
awoke
,
nor
did
she
know
how
long
,
or
for
how
short
a
time
,
she
had
slept
.
But
she
found
herself
protected
,
both
from
any
cold
air
that
might
find
its
way
into
the
building
,
and
from
the
scorching
heat
,
by
some
of
the
workmen
’
s
clothes
;
and
glancing
at
their
friend
saw
that
he
sat
in
exactly
the
same
attitude
,
looking
with
a
fixed
earnestness
of
attention
towards
the
fire
,
and
keeping
so
very
still
that
he
did
not
even
seem
to
breathe
.
She
lay
in
the
state
between
sleeping
and
waking
,
looking
so
long
at
his
motionless
figure
that
at
length
she
almost
feared
he
had
died
as
he
sat
there
;
and
softly
rising
and
drawing
close
to
him
,
ventured
to
whisper
in
his
ear
.
He
moved
,
and
glancing
from
her
to
the
place
she
had
lately
occupied
,
as
if
to
assure
himself
that
it
was
really
the
child
so
near
him
,
looked
inquiringly
into
her
face
.
‘
I
feared
you
were
ill
,
’
she
said
.
‘
The
other
men
are
all
in
motion
,
and
you
are
so
very
quiet
.
’
‘
They
leave
me
to
myself
,
’
he
replied
.
‘
They
know
my
humour
.
They
laugh
at
me
,
but
don
’
t
harm
me
in
it
.
See
yonder
there
—
that
’
s
my
friend
.
’
‘
The
fire
?
’
said
the
child
.
‘
It
has
been
alive
as
long
as
I
have
,
’
the
man
made
answer
.
‘
We
talk
and
think
together
all
night
long
.
’
The
child
glanced
quickly
at
him
in
her
surprise
,
but
he
had
turned
his
eyes
in
their
former
direction
,
and
was
musing
as
before
.
