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‘
What
?
’
asked
old
David
.
‘
He
’
s
very
deaf
,
poor
fellow
!
’
cried
the
sexton
.
‘
Good
-
bye
!
’
’
Ah
!
’
said
old
David
,
looking
after
him
.
‘
He
’
s
failing
very
fast
.
He
ages
every
day
.
’
And
so
they
parted
;
each
persuaded
that
the
other
had
less
life
in
him
than
himself
;
and
both
greatly
consoled
and
comforted
by
the
little
fiction
they
had
agreed
upon
,
respecting
Becky
Morgan
,
whose
decease
was
no
longer
a
precedent
of
uncomfortable
application
,
and
would
be
no
business
of
theirs
for
half
a
score
of
years
to
come
.
The
child
remained
,
for
some
minutes
,
watching
the
deaf
old
man
as
he
threw
out
the
earth
with
his
shovel
,
and
,
often
stopping
to
cough
and
fetch
his
breath
,
still
muttered
to
himself
,
with
a
kind
of
sober
chuckle
,
that
the
sexton
was
wearing
fast
.
At
length
she
turned
away
,
and
walking
thoughtfully
through
the
churchyard
,
came
unexpectedly
upon
the
schoolmaster
,
who
was
sitting
on
a
green
grave
in
the
sun
,
reading
.
‘
Nell
here
?
’
he
said
cheerfully
,
as
he
closed
his
book
.
‘
It
does
me
good
to
see
you
in
the
air
and
light
.
I
feared
you
were
again
in
the
church
,
where
you
so
often
are
.
’
‘
Feared
!
’
replied
the
child
,
sitting
down
beside
him
.
‘
Is
it
not
a
good
place
?
’
‘
Yes
,
yes
,
’
said
the
schoolmaster
.
‘
But
you
must
be
gay
sometimes
—
nay
,
don
’
t
shake
your
head
and
smile
so
sadly
.
’
‘
Not
sadly
,
if
you
knew
my
heart
.
Do
not
look
at
me
as
if
you
thought
me
sorrowful
.
There
is
not
a
happier
creature
on
earth
,
than
I
am
now
.
’
