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‘
With
Heaven
’
s
leave
,
and
a
little
patience
.
But
come
in
,
come
in
!
’
The
old
man
limped
on
before
,
and
warning
her
of
the
downward
step
,
which
he
achieved
himself
with
no
small
difficulty
,
led
the
way
into
his
little
cottage
.
‘
It
is
but
one
room
you
see
.
There
is
another
up
above
,
but
the
stair
has
got
harder
to
climb
o
’
late
years
,
and
I
never
use
it
.
I
’
m
thinking
of
taking
to
it
again
,
next
summer
,
though
.
’
The
child
wondered
how
a
grey
-
headed
man
like
him
—
one
of
his
trade
too
—
could
talk
of
time
so
easily
.
He
saw
her
eyes
wandering
to
the
tools
that
hung
upon
the
wall
,
and
smiled
.
‘
I
warrant
now
,
’
he
said
,
‘
that
you
think
all
those
are
used
in
making
graves
.
’
‘
Indeed
,
I
wondered
that
you
wanted
so
many
.
’
‘
And
well
you
might
.
I
am
a
gardener
.
I
dig
the
ground
,
and
plant
things
that
are
to
live
and
grow
.
My
works
don
’
t
all
moulder
away
,
and
rot
in
the
earth
.
You
see
that
spade
in
the
centre
?
’
‘
The
very
old
one
—
so
notched
and
worn
?
Yes
.
’
‘
That
’
s
the
sexton
’
s
spade
,
and
it
’
s
a
well
-
used
one
,
as
you
see
.
We
’
re
healthy
people
here
,
but
it
has
done
a
power
of
work
.
If
it
could
speak
now
,
that
spade
,
it
would
tell
you
of
many
an
unexpected
job
that
it
and
I
have
done
together
;
but
I
forget
‘
em
,
for
my
memory
’
s
a
poor
one
.
—
That
’
s
nothing
new
,
’
he
added
hastily
.
‘
It
always
was
.
’
‘
There
are
flowers
and
shrubs
to
speak
to
your
other
work
,
’
said
the
child
.
