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‘
I
do
not
understand
you
,
’
said
the
child
.
‘
Tell
me
what
you
mean
.
’
‘
Why
,
they
say
,
’
replied
the
boy
,
looking
up
into
her
face
,
that
you
will
be
an
Angel
,
before
the
birds
sing
again
.
But
you
won
’
t
be
,
will
you
?
Don
’
t
leave
us
Nell
,
though
the
sky
is
bright
.
Do
not
leave
us
!
’
The
child
dropped
her
head
,
and
put
her
hands
before
her
face
.
‘
She
cannot
bear
the
thought
!
’
cried
the
boy
,
exulting
through
his
tears
.
‘
You
will
not
go
.
You
know
how
sorry
we
should
be
.
Dear
Nell
,
tell
me
that
you
’
ll
stay
amongst
us
.
Oh
!
Pray
,
pray
,
tell
me
that
you
will
.
’
The
little
creature
folded
his
hands
,
and
knelt
down
at
her
feet
.
‘
Only
look
at
me
,
Nell
,
’
said
the
boy
,
‘
and
tell
me
that
you
’
ll
stop
,
and
then
I
shall
know
that
they
are
wrong
,
and
will
cry
no
more
.
Won
’
t
you
say
yes
,
Nell
?
’
Still
the
drooping
head
and
hidden
face
,
and
the
child
quite
silent
—
save
for
her
sobs
.
‘
After
a
time
,
’
pursued
the
boy
,
trying
to
draw
away
her
hand
,
‘
the
kind
angels
will
be
glad
to
think
that
you
are
not
among
them
,
and
that
you
stayed
here
to
be
with
us
.
Willy
went
away
,
to
join
them
;
but
if
he
had
known
how
I
should
miss
him
in
our
little
bed
at
night
,
he
never
would
have
left
me
,
I
am
sure
.
’
Yet
the
child
could
make
him
no
answer
,
and
sobbed
as
though
her
heart
were
bursting
.
‘
Why
would
you
go
,
dear
Nell
?
I
know
you
would
not
be
happy
when
you
heard
that
we
were
crying
for
your
loss
.
They
say
that
Willy
is
in
Heaven
now
,
and
that
it
’
s
always
summer
there
,
and
yet
I
’
m
sure
he
grieves
when
I
lie
down
upon
his
garden
bed
,
and
he
cannot
turn
to
kiss
me
.
But
if
you
do
go
,
Nell
,
’
said
the
boy
,
caressing
her
,
and
pressing
his
face
to
hers
,
‘
be
fond
of
him
for
my
sake
.
Tell
him
how
I
love
him
still
,
and
how
much
I
loved
you
;
and
when
I
think
that
you
two
are
together
,
and
are
happy
,
I
’
ll
try
to
bear
it
,
and
never
give
you
pain
by
doing
wrong
—
indeed
I
never
will
!
’
