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The
people
of
the
village
,
too
,
of
whom
there
was
not
one
but
grew
to
have
a
fondness
for
poor
Nell
;
even
among
them
,
there
was
the
same
feeling
;
a
tenderness
towards
her
—
a
compassionate
regard
for
her
,
increasing
every
day
.
The
very
schoolboys
,
light
-
hearted
and
thoughtless
as
they
were
,
even
they
cared
for
her
.
The
roughest
among
them
was
sorry
if
he
missed
her
in
the
usual
place
upon
his
way
to
school
,
and
would
turn
out
of
the
path
to
ask
for
her
at
the
latticed
window
.
If
she
were
sitting
in
the
church
,
they
perhaps
might
peep
in
softly
at
the
open
door
;
but
they
never
spoke
to
her
,
unless
she
rose
and
went
to
speak
to
them
.
Some
feeling
was
abroad
which
raised
the
child
above
them
all
.
So
,
when
Sunday
came
.
They
were
all
poor
country
people
in
the
church
,
for
the
castle
in
which
the
old
family
had
lived
,
was
an
empty
ruin
,
and
there
were
none
but
humble
folks
for
seven
miles
around
.
There
,
as
elsewhere
,
they
had
an
interest
in
Nell
.
They
would
gather
round
her
in
the
porch
,
before
and
after
service
;
young
children
would
cluster
at
her
skirts
;
and
aged
men
and
women
forsake
their
gossips
,
to
give
her
kindly
greeting
.
None
of
them
,
young
or
old
,
thought
of
passing
the
child
without
a
friendly
word
.
Many
who
came
from
three
or
four
miles
distant
,
brought
her
little
presents
;
the
humblest
and
rudest
had
good
wishes
to
bestow
.
She
had
sought
out
the
young
children
whom
she
first
saw
playing
in
the
churchyard
.
One
of
these
—
he
who
had
spoken
of
his
brother
—
was
her
little
favourite
and
friend
,
and
often
sat
by
her
side
in
the
church
,
or
climbed
with
her
to
the
tower
-
top
.
It
was
his
delight
to
help
her
,
or
to
fancy
that
he
did
so
,
and
they
soon
became
close
companions
.
It
happened
,
that
,
as
she
was
reading
in
the
old
spot
by
herself
one
day
,
this
child
came
running
in
with
his
eyes
full
of
tears
,
and
after
holding
her
from
him
,
and
looking
at
her
eagerly
for
a
moment
,
clasped
his
little
arms
passionately
about
her
neck
.
‘
What
now
?
’
said
Nell
,
soothing
him
.
‘
What
is
the
matter
?
’
‘
She
is
not
one
yet
!
’
cried
the
boy
,
embracing
her
still
more
closely
.
‘
No
,
no
.
Not
yet
.
’
She
looked
at
him
wonderingly
,
and
putting
his
hair
back
from
his
face
,
and
kissing
him
,
asked
what
he
meant
.
‘
You
must
not
be
one
,
dear
Nell
,
’
cried
the
boy
.
‘
We
can
’
t
see
them
.
They
never
come
to
play
with
us
,
or
talk
to
us
.
Be
what
you
are
.
You
are
better
so
.
’
