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‘
It
makes
me
unhappy
even
in
the
midst
of
all
this
kindness
’
said
the
child
,
‘
to
think
that
we
should
be
a
burden
upon
you
.
How
can
I
ever
thank
you
?
If
I
had
not
met
you
so
far
from
home
,
I
must
have
died
,
and
he
would
have
been
left
alone
.
’
‘
We
’
ll
not
talk
about
dying
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
;
‘
and
as
to
burdens
,
I
have
made
my
fortune
since
you
slept
at
my
cottage
.
’
‘
Indeed
!
’
cried
the
child
joyfully
.
‘
Oh
yes
,
’
returned
her
friend
.
‘
I
have
been
appointed
clerk
and
schoolmaster
to
a
village
a
long
way
from
here
—
and
a
long
way
from
the
old
one
as
you
may
suppose
—
at
five
-
and
-
thirty
pounds
a
year
.
Five
-
and
-
thirty
pounds
!
’
‘
I
am
very
glad
,
’
said
the
child
,
‘
so
very
,
very
glad
.
’
‘
I
am
on
my
way
there
now
,
’
resumed
the
schoolmaster
.
‘
They
allowed
me
the
stage
-
coach
-
hire
—
outside
stage
-
coach
-
hire
all
the
way
.
Bless
you
,
they
grudge
me
nothing
.
But
as
the
time
at
which
I
am
expected
there
,
left
me
ample
leisure
,
I
determined
to
walk
instead
.
How
glad
I
am
,
to
think
I
did
so
!
’
‘
How
glad
should
we
be
!
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
,
moving
restlessly
in
his
chair
,
‘
certainly
,
that
’
s
very
true
.
But
you
—
where
are
you
going
,
where
are
you
coming
from
,
what
have
you
been
doing
since
you
left
me
,
what
had
you
been
doing
before
?
Now
,
tell
me
—
do
tell
me
.
I
know
very
little
of
the
world
,
and
perhaps
you
are
better
fitted
to
advise
me
in
its
affairs
than
I
am
qualified
to
give
advice
to
you
;
but
I
am
very
sincere
,
and
I
have
a
reason
(
you
have
not
forgotten
it
)
for
loving
you
.
I
have
felt
since
that
time
as
if
my
love
for
him
who
died
,
had
been
transferred
to
you
who
stood
beside
his
bed
.
If
this
,
’
he
added
,
looking
upwards
,
‘
is
the
beautiful
creation
that
springs
from
ashes
,
let
its
peace
prosper
with
me
,
as
I
deal
tenderly
and
compassionately
by
this
young
child
!
’
The
plain
,
frank
kindness
of
the
honest
schoolmaster
,
the
affectionate
earnestness
of
his
speech
and
manner
,
the
truth
which
was
stamped
upon
his
every
word
and
look
,
gave
the
child
a
confidence
in
him
,
which
the
utmost
arts
of
treachery
and
dissimulation
could
never
have
awakened
in
her
breast
.
She
told
him
all
—
that
they
had
no
friend
or
relative
—
that
she
had
fled
with
the
old
man
,
to
save
him
from
a
madhouse
and
all
the
miseries
he
dreaded
—
that
she
was
flying
now
,
to
save
him
from
himself
—
and
that
she
sought
an
asylum
in
some
remote
and
primitive
place
,
where
the
temptation
before
which
he
fell
would
never
enter
,
and
her
late
sorrows
and
distresses
could
have
no
place
.
