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‘
A
dreadful
place
to
come
on
in
the
dark
!
’
exclaimed
the
child
,
who
had
followed
the
old
man
’
s
looks
and
words
until
she
seemed
to
stand
upon
its
brink
.
‘
What
is
it
but
a
grave
!
’
said
the
sexton
.
‘
What
else
!
And
which
of
our
old
folks
,
knowing
all
this
,
thought
,
as
the
spring
subsided
,
of
their
own
failing
strength
,
and
lessening
life
?
Not
one
!
’
‘
Are
you
very
old
yourself
?
’
asked
the
child
,
involuntarily
.
‘
I
shall
be
seventy
-
nine
—
next
summer
.
’
‘
You
still
work
when
you
are
well
?
’
‘
Work
!
To
be
sure
.
You
shall
see
my
gardens
hereabout
.
Look
at
the
window
there
.
I
made
,
and
have
kept
,
that
plot
of
ground
entirely
with
my
own
hands
.
By
this
time
next
year
I
shall
hardly
see
the
sky
,
the
boughs
will
have
grown
so
thick
.
I
have
my
winter
work
at
night
besides
.
’
He
opened
,
as
he
spoke
,
a
cupboard
close
to
where
he
sat
,
and
produced
some
miniature
boxes
,
carved
in
a
homely
manner
and
made
of
old
wood
.
‘
Some
gentlefolks
who
are
fond
of
ancient
days
,
and
what
belongs
to
them
,
’
he
said
,
‘
like
to
buy
these
keepsakes
from
our
church
and
ruins
.
Sometimes
,
I
make
them
of
scraps
of
oak
,
that
turn
up
here
and
there
;
sometimes
of
bits
of
coffins
which
the
vaults
have
long
preserved
.
See
here
—
this
is
a
little
chest
of
the
last
kind
,
clasped
at
the
edges
with
fragments
of
brass
plates
that
had
writing
on
‘
em
once
,
though
it
would
be
hard
to
read
it
now
.
I
haven
’
t
many
by
me
at
this
time
of
year
,
but
these
shelves
will
be
full
—
next
summer
.
’
The
child
admired
and
praised
his
work
,
and
shortly
afterwards
departed
;
thinking
,
as
she
went
,
how
strange
it
was
,
that
this
old
man
,
drawing
from
his
pursuits
,
and
everything
around
him
,
one
stern
moral
,
never
contemplated
its
application
to
himself
;
and
,
while
he
dwelt
upon
the
uncertainty
of
human
life
,
seemed
both
in
word
and
deed
to
deem
himself
immortal
.
But
her
musings
did
not
stop
here
,
for
she
was
wise
enough
to
think
that
by
a
good
and
merciful
adjustment
this
must
be
human
nature
,
and
that
the
old
sexton
,
with
his
plans
for
next
summer
,
was
but
a
type
of
all
mankind
.
