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They
took
their
supper
together
,
in
the
house
which
may
be
henceforth
called
the
child
’
s
;
and
,
when
they
had
finished
their
meal
,
drew
round
the
fire
,
and
almost
in
whispers
—
their
hearts
were
too
quiet
and
glad
for
loud
expression
—
discussed
their
future
plans
.
Before
they
separated
,
the
schoolmaster
read
some
prayers
aloud
;
and
then
,
full
of
gratitude
and
happiness
,
they
parted
for
the
night
.
At
that
silent
hour
,
when
her
grandfather
was
sleeping
peacefully
in
his
bed
,
and
every
sound
was
hushed
,
the
child
lingered
before
the
dying
embers
,
and
thought
of
her
past
fortunes
as
if
they
had
been
a
dream
And
she
only
now
awoke
.
The
glare
of
the
sinking
flame
,
reflected
in
the
oaken
panels
whose
carved
tops
were
dimly
seen
in
the
dusky
roof
—
the
aged
walls
,
where
strange
shadows
came
and
went
with
every
flickering
of
the
fire
—
the
solemn
presence
,
within
,
of
that
decay
which
falls
on
senseless
things
the
most
enduring
in
their
nature
:
and
,
without
,
and
round
about
on
every
side
,
of
Death
—
filled
her
with
deep
and
thoughtful
feelings
,
but
with
none
of
terror
or
alarm
.
A
change
had
been
gradually
stealing
over
her
,
in
the
time
of
her
loneliness
and
sorrow
.
With
failing
strength
and
heightening
resolution
,
there
had
sprung
up
a
purified
and
altered
mind
;
there
had
grown
in
her
bosom
blessed
thoughts
and
hopes
,
which
are
the
portion
of
few
but
the
weak
and
drooping
.
There
were
none
to
see
the
frail
,
perishable
figure
,
as
it
glided
from
the
fire
and
leaned
pensively
at
the
open
casement
;
none
but
the
stars
,
to
look
into
the
upturned
face
and
read
its
history
.
The
old
church
bell
rang
out
the
hour
with
a
mournful
sound
,
as
if
it
had
grown
sad
from
so
much
communing
with
the
dead
and
unheeded
warning
to
the
living
;
the
fallen
leaves
rustled
;
the
grass
stirred
upon
the
graves
;
all
else
was
still
and
sleeping
.
Some
of
those
dreamless
sleepers
lay
close
within
the
shadow
of
the
church
—
touching
the
wall
,
as
if
they
clung
to
it
for
comfort
and
protection
.
Others
had
chosen
to
lie
beneath
the
changing
shade
of
trees
;
others
by
the
path
,
that
footsteps
might
come
near
them
;
others
,
among
the
graves
of
little
children
.
Some
had
desired
to
rest
beneath
the
very
ground
they
had
trodden
in
their
daily
walks
;
some
,
where
the
setting
sun
might
shine
upon
their
beds
;
some
,
where
its
light
would
fall
upon
them
when
it
rose
.
Perhaps
not
one
of
the
imprisoned
souls
had
been
able
quite
to
separate
itself
in
living
thought
from
its
old
companion
.
If
any
had
,
it
had
still
felt
for
it
a
love
like
that
which
captives
have
been
known
to
bear
towards
the
cell
in
which
they
have
been
long
confined
,
and
,
even
at
parting
,
hung
upon
its
narrow
bounds
affectionately
.
It
was
long
before
the
child
closed
the
window
,
and
approached
her
bed
.
Again
something
of
the
same
sensation
as
before
—
an
involuntary
chill
—
a
momentary
feeling
akin
to
fear
—
but
vanishing
directly
,
and
leaving
no
alarm
behind
.
Again
,
too
,
dreams
of
the
little
scholar
;
of
the
roof
opening
,
and
a
column
of
bright
faces
,
rising
far
away
into
the
sky
,
as
she
had
seen
in
some
old
scriptural
picture
once
,
and
looking
down
on
her
,
asleep
.
It
was
a
sweet
and
happy
dream
.
The
quiet
spot
,
outside
,
seemed
to
remain
the
same
,
saving
that
there
was
music
in
the
air
,
and
a
sound
of
angels
’
wings
.
After
a
time
the
sisters
came
there
,
hand
in
hand
,
and
stood
among
the
graves
.
And
then
the
dream
grew
dim
,
and
faded
.
With
the
brightness
and
joy
of
morning
,
came
the
renewal
of
yesterday
’
s
labours
,
the
revival
of
its
pleasant
thoughts
,
the
restoration
of
its
energies
,
cheerfulness
,
and
hope
.
They
worked
gaily
in
ordering
and
arranging
their
houses
until
noon
,
and
then
went
to
visit
the
clergyman
.
He
was
a
simple
-
hearted
old
gentleman
,
of
a
shrinking
,
subdued
spirit
,
accustomed
to
retirement
,
and
very
little
acquainted
with
the
world
,
which
he
had
left
many
years
before
to
come
and
settle
in
that
place
.
His
wife
had
died
in
the
house
in
which
he
still
lived
,
and
he
had
long
since
lost
sight
of
any
earthly
cares
or
hopes
beyond
it
.
He
received
them
very
kindly
,
and
at
once
showed
an
interest
in
Nell
;
asking
her
name
,
and
age
,
her
birthplace
,
the
circumstances
which
had
led
her
there
,
and
so
forth
.
The
schoolmaster
had
already
told
her
story
.
They
had
no
other
friends
or
home
to
leave
,
he
said
,
and
had
come
to
share
his
fortunes
.
He
loved
the
child
as
though
she
were
his
own
.
‘
Well
,
well
,
’
said
the
clergyman
.
‘
Let
it
be
as
you
desire
.
She
is
very
young
.
’
