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‘
Tell
me
no
more
,
’
said
the
child
quickly
.
‘
Tell
me
no
more
.
I
feel
,
I
know
it
.
How
could
I
be
unmindful
of
it
,
when
I
thought
of
you
?
’
‘
There
is
nothing
,
’
cried
her
friend
,
‘
no
,
nothing
innocent
or
good
,
that
dies
,
and
is
forgotten
.
Let
us
hold
to
that
faith
,
or
none
.
An
infant
,
a
prattling
child
,
dying
in
its
cradle
,
will
live
again
in
the
better
thoughts
of
those
who
loved
it
,
and
will
play
its
part
,
through
them
,
in
the
redeeming
actions
of
the
world
,
though
its
body
be
burnt
to
ashes
or
drowned
in
the
deepest
sea
.
There
is
not
an
angel
added
to
the
Host
of
Heaven
but
does
its
blessed
work
on
earth
in
those
that
loved
it
here
.
Forgotten
!
oh
,
if
the
good
deeds
of
human
creatures
could
be
traced
to
their
source
,
how
beautiful
would
even
death
appear
;
for
how
much
charity
,
mercy
,
and
purified
affection
,
would
be
seen
to
have
their
growth
in
dusty
graves
!
’
‘
Yes
,
’
said
the
child
,
‘
it
is
the
truth
;
I
know
it
is
.
Who
should
feel
its
force
so
much
as
I
,
in
whom
your
little
scholar
lives
again
!
Dear
,
dear
,
good
friend
,
if
you
knew
the
comfort
you
have
given
me
!
’
The
poor
schoolmaster
made
her
no
answer
,
but
bent
over
her
in
silence
;
for
his
heart
was
full
.
They
were
yet
seated
in
the
same
place
,
when
the
grandfather
approached
.
Before
they
had
spoken
many
words
together
,
the
church
clock
struck
the
hour
of
school
,
and
their
friend
withdrew
.
‘
A
good
man
,
’
said
the
grandfather
,
looking
after
him
;
‘
a
kind
man
.
Surely
he
will
never
harm
us
,
Nell
.
We
are
safe
here
,
at
last
,
eh
?
We
will
never
go
away
from
here
?
’
The
child
shook
her
head
and
smiled
.
‘
She
needs
rest
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
patting
her
cheek
;
‘
too
pale
—
too
pale
.
She
is
not
like
what
she
was
.
’
‘
When
?
’
asked
the
child
.
