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‘
Saw
it
?
’
replied
the
sexton
;
‘
aye
,
but
,
Davy
,
women
don
’
t
always
tell
the
truth
about
their
age
.
’
‘
That
’
s
true
indeed
,
’
said
the
other
old
man
,
with
a
sudden
sparkle
in
his
eye
.
‘
She
might
have
been
older
.
’
‘
I
’
m
sure
she
must
have
been
.
Why
,
only
think
how
old
she
looked
.
You
and
I
seemed
but
boys
to
her
.
’
‘
She
did
look
old
,
’
rejoined
David
.
‘
You
’
re
right
.
She
did
look
old
.
’
‘
Call
to
mind
how
old
she
looked
for
many
a
long
,
long
year
,
and
say
if
she
could
be
but
seventy
-
nine
at
last
—
only
our
age
,
’
said
the
sexton
.
‘
Five
year
older
at
the
very
least
!
’
cried
the
other
.
‘
Five
!
’
retorted
the
sexton
.
‘
Ten
.
Good
eighty
-
nine
.
I
call
to
mind
the
time
her
daughter
died
.
She
was
eighty
-
nine
if
she
was
a
day
,
and
tries
to
pass
upon
us
now
,
for
ten
year
younger
.
Oh
!
human
vanity
!
’
The
other
old
man
was
not
behindhand
with
some
moral
reflections
on
this
fruitful
theme
,
and
both
adduced
a
mass
of
evidence
,
of
such
weight
as
to
render
it
doubtful
—
not
whether
the
deceased
was
of
the
age
suggested
,
but
whether
she
had
not
almost
reached
the
patriarchal
term
of
a
hundred
.
When
they
had
settled
this
question
to
their
mutual
satisfaction
,
the
sexton
,
with
his
friend
’
s
assistance
,
rose
to
go
.
‘
It
’
s
chilly
,
sitting
here
,
and
I
must
be
careful
—
till
the
summer
,
’
he
said
,
as
he
prepared
to
limp
away
.
