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‘
There
is
none
,
’
cried
Nell
,
pressing
forward
.
‘
If
you
can
direct
us
,
do
.
If
not
,
pray
do
not
seek
to
turn
us
from
our
purpose
Indeed
you
do
not
know
the
danger
that
we
shun
,
and
how
right
and
true
we
are
in
flying
from
it
,
or
you
would
not
try
to
stop
us
,
I
am
sure
you
would
not
.
’
‘
God
forbid
,
if
it
is
so
!
’
said
their
uncouth
protector
,
glancing
from
the
eager
child
to
her
grandfather
,
who
hung
his
head
and
bent
his
eyes
upon
the
ground
.
‘
I
’
ll
direct
you
from
the
door
,
the
best
I
can
.
I
wish
I
could
do
more
.
’
He
showed
them
,
then
,
by
which
road
they
must
leave
the
town
,
and
what
course
they
should
hold
when
they
had
gained
it
.
He
lingered
so
long
on
these
instructions
,
that
the
child
,
with
a
fervent
blessing
,
tore
herself
away
,
and
stayed
to
hear
no
more
.
But
,
before
they
had
reached
the
corner
of
the
lane
,
the
man
came
running
after
them
,
and
,
pressing
her
hand
,
left
something
in
it
—
two
old
,
battered
,
smoke
-
encrusted
penny
pieces
.
Who
knows
but
they
shone
as
brightly
in
the
eyes
of
angels
,
as
golden
gifts
that
have
been
chronicled
on
tombs
?
And
thus
they
separated
;
the
child
to
lead
her
sacred
charge
farther
from
guilt
and
shame
;
the
labourer
to
attach
a
fresh
interest
to
the
spot
where
his
guests
had
slept
,
and
read
new
histories
in
his
furnace
fire
.
In
all
their
journeying
,
they
had
never
longed
so
ardently
,
they
had
never
so
pined
and
wearied
,
for
the
freedom
of
pure
air
and
open
country
,
as
now
.
No
,
not
even
on
that
memorable
morning
,
when
,
deserting
their
old
home
,
they
abandoned
themselves
to
the
mercies
of
a
strange
world
,
and
left
all
the
dumb
and
senseless
things
they
had
known
and
loved
,
behind
—
not
even
then
,
had
they
so
yearned
for
the
fresh
solitudes
of
wood
,
hillside
,
and
field
,
as
now
,
when
the
noise
and
dirt
and
vapour
,
of
the
great
manufacturing
town
reeking
with
lean
misery
and
hungry
wretchedness
,
hemmed
them
in
on
every
side
,
and
seemed
to
shut
out
hope
,
and
render
escape
impossible
.
‘
Two
days
and
nights
!
’
thought
the
child
.
‘
He
said
two
days
and
nights
we
should
have
to
spend
among
such
scenes
as
these
.
Oh
!
if
we
live
to
reach
the
country
once
again
,
if
we
get
clear
of
these
dreadful
places
,
though
it
is
only
to
lie
down
and
die
,
with
what
a
grateful
heart
I
shall
thank
God
for
so
much
mercy
!
’
With
thoughts
like
this
,
and
with
some
vague
design
of
travelling
to
a
great
distance
among
streams
and
mountains
,
where
only
very
poor
and
simple
people
lived
,
and
where
they
might
maintain
themselves
by
very
humble
helping
work
in
farms
,
free
from
such
terrors
as
that
from
which
they
fled
—
the
child
,
with
no
resource
but
the
poor
man
’
s
gift
,
and
no
encouragement
but
that
which
flowed
from
her
own
heart
,
and
its
sense
of
the
truth
and
right
of
what
she
did
,
nerved
herself
to
this
last
journey
and
boldly
pursued
her
task
.
‘
We
shall
be
very
slow
to
-
day
,
dear
,
’
she
said
,
as
they
toiled
painfully
through
the
streets
;
‘
my
feet
are
sore
,
and
I
have
pains
in
all
my
limbs
from
the
wet
of
yesterday
.
I
saw
that
he
looked
at
us
and
thought
of
that
,
when
he
said
how
long
we
should
be
upon
the
road
.
’
