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The
schoolmaster
heard
her
with
astonishment
.
‘
This
child
!
’
—
he
thought
—
‘
Has
this
child
heroically
persevered
under
all
doubts
and
dangers
,
struggled
with
poverty
and
suffering
,
upheld
and
sustained
by
strong
affection
and
the
consciousness
of
rectitude
alone
!
And
yet
the
world
is
full
of
such
heroism
.
Have
I
yet
to
learn
that
the
hardest
and
best
-
borne
trials
are
those
which
are
never
chronicled
in
any
earthly
record
,
and
are
suffered
every
day
!
And
should
I
be
surprised
to
hear
the
story
of
this
child
!
’
What
more
he
thought
or
said
,
matters
not
.
It
was
concluded
that
Nell
and
her
grandfather
should
accompany
him
to
the
village
whither
he
was
bound
,
and
that
he
should
endeavour
to
find
them
some
humble
occupation
by
which
they
could
subsist
.
‘
We
shall
be
sure
to
succeed
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
,
heartily
.
‘
The
cause
is
too
good
a
one
to
fail
.
’
They
arranged
to
proceed
upon
their
journey
next
evening
,
as
a
stage
-
waggon
,
which
travelled
for
some
distance
on
the
same
road
as
they
must
take
,
would
stop
at
the
inn
to
change
horses
,
and
the
driver
for
a
small
gratuity
would
give
Nell
a
place
inside
.
A
bargain
was
soon
struck
when
the
waggon
came
;
and
in
due
time
it
rolled
away
;
with
the
child
comfortably
bestowed
among
the
softer
packages
,
her
grandfather
and
the
schoolmaster
walking
on
beside
the
driver
,
and
the
landlady
and
all
the
good
folks
of
the
inn
screaming
out
their
good
wishes
and
farewells
.
What
a
soothing
,
luxurious
,
drowsy
way
of
travelling
,
to
lie
inside
that
slowly
-
moving
mountain
,
listening
to
the
tinkling
of
the
horses
’
bells
,
the
occasional
smacking
of
the
carter
’
s
whip
,
the
smooth
rolling
of
the
great
broad
wheels
,
the
rattle
of
the
harness
,
the
cheery
good
-
nights
of
passing
travellers
jogging
past
on
little
short
-
stepped
horses
—
all
made
pleasantly
indistinct
by
the
thick
awning
,
which
seemed
made
for
lazy
listening
under
,
till
one
fell
asleep
!
The
very
going
to
sleep
,
still
with
an
indistinct
idea
,
as
the
head
jogged
to
and
fro
upon
the
pillow
,
of
moving
onward
with
no
trouble
or
fatigue
,
and
hearing
all
these
sounds
like
dreamy
music
,
lulling
to
the
senses
—
and
the
slow
waking
up
,
and
finding
one
’
s
self
staring
out
through
the
breezy
curtain
half
-
opened
in
the
front
,
far
up
into
the
cold
bright
sky
with
its
countless
stars
,
and
downward
at
the
driver
’
s
lantern
dancing
on
like
its
namesake
Jack
of
the
swamps
and
marshes
,
and
sideways
at
the
dark
grim
trees
,
and
forward
at
the
long
bare
road
rising
up
,
up
,
up
,
until
it
stopped
abruptly
at
a
sharp
high
ridge
as
if
there
were
no
more
road
,
and
all
beyond
was
sky
—
and
the
stopping
at
the
inn
to
bait
,
and
being
helped
out
,
and
going
into
a
room
with
fire
and
candles
,
and
winking
very
much
,
and
being
agreeably
reminded
that
the
night
was
cold
,
and
anxious
for
very
comfort
’
s
sake
to
think
it
colder
than
it
was
!
—
What
a
delicious
journey
was
that
journey
in
the
waggon
.
Then
the
going
on
again
—
so
fresh
at
first
,
and
shortly
afterwards
so
sleepy
.
The
waking
from
a
sound
nap
as
the
mail
came
dashing
past
like
a
highway
comet
,
with
gleaming
lamps
and
rattling
hoofs
,
and
visions
of
a
guard
behind
,
standing
up
to
keep
his
feet
warm
,
and
of
a
gentleman
in
a
fur
cap
opening
his
eyes
and
looking
wild
and
stupefied
—
the
stopping
at
the
turnpike
where
the
man
was
gone
to
bed
,
and
knocking
at
the
door
until
he
answered
with
a
smothered
shout
from
under
the
bed
-
clothes
in
the
little
room
above
,
where
the
faint
light
was
burning
,
and
presently
came
down
,
night
-
capped
and
shivering
,
to
throw
the
gate
wide
open
,
and
wish
all
waggons
off
the
road
except
by
day
.
The
cold
sharp
interval
between
night
and
morning
—
the
distant
streak
of
light
widening
and
spreading
,
and
turning
from
grey
to
white
,
and
from
white
to
yellow
,
and
from
yellow
to
burning
red
—
the
presence
of
day
,
with
all
its
cheerfulness
and
life
—
men
and
horses
at
the
plough
—
birds
in
the
trees
and
hedges
,
and
boys
in
solitary
fields
,
frightening
them
away
with
rattles
.
The
coming
to
a
town
—
people
busy
in
the
markets
;
light
carts
and
chaises
round
the
tavern
yard
;
tradesmen
standing
at
their
doors
;
men
running
horses
up
and
down
the
street
for
sale
;
pigs
plunging
and
grunting
in
the
dirty
distance
,
getting
off
with
long
strings
at
their
legs
,
running
into
clean
chemists
’
shops
and
being
dislodged
with
brooms
by
‘
prentices
;
the
night
coach
changing
horses
—
the
passengers
cheerless
,
cold
,
ugly
,
and
discontented
,
with
three
months
’
growth
of
hair
in
one
night
—
the
coachman
fresh
as
from
a
band
-
box
,
and
exquisitely
beautiful
by
contrast
:
—
so
much
bustle
,
so
many
things
in
motion
,
such
a
variety
of
incidents
—
when
was
there
a
journey
with
so
many
delights
as
that
journey
in
the
waggon
!
Sometimes
walking
for
a
mile
or
two
while
her
grandfather
rode
inside
,
and
sometimes
even
prevailing
upon
the
schoolmaster
to
take
her
place
and
lie
down
to
rest
,
Nell
travelled
on
very
happily
until
they
came
to
a
large
town
,
where
the
waggon
stopped
,
and
where
they
spent
a
night
.
They
passed
a
large
church
;
and
in
the
streets
were
a
number
of
old
houses
,
built
of
a
kind
of
earth
or
plaster
,
crossed
and
re
-
crossed
in
a
great
many
directions
with
black
beams
,
which
gave
them
a
remarkable
and
very
ancient
look
.
The
doors
,
too
,
were
arched
and
low
,
some
with
oaken
portals
and
quaint
benches
,
where
the
former
inhabitants
had
sat
on
summer
evenings
.
The
windows
were
latticed
in
little
diamond
panes
,
that
seemed
to
wink
and
blink
upon
the
passengers
as
if
they
were
dim
of
sight
.
They
had
long
since
got
clear
of
the
smoke
and
furnaces
,
except
in
one
or
two
solitary
instances
,
where
a
factory
planted
among
fields
withered
the
space
about
it
,
like
a
burning
mountain
.
When
they
had
passed
through
this
town
,
they
entered
again
upon
the
country
,
and
began
to
draw
near
their
place
of
destination
.
