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The
child
suffered
him
to
move
her
hands
,
and
put
them
round
his
neck
.
There
was
a
tearful
silence
,
but
it
was
not
long
before
she
looked
upon
him
with
a
smile
,
and
promised
him
,
in
a
very
gentle
,
quiet
voice
,
that
she
would
stay
,
and
be
his
friend
,
as
long
as
Heaven
would
let
her
.
He
clapped
his
hands
for
joy
,
and
thanked
her
many
times
;
and
being
charged
to
tell
no
person
what
had
passed
between
them
,
gave
her
an
earnest
promise
that
he
never
would
.
Nor
did
he
,
so
far
as
the
child
could
learn
;
but
was
her
quiet
companion
in
all
her
walks
and
musings
,
and
never
again
adverted
to
the
theme
,
which
he
felt
had
given
her
pain
,
although
he
was
unconscious
of
its
cause
.
Something
of
distrust
lingered
about
him
still
;
for
he
would
often
come
,
even
in
the
dark
evenings
,
and
call
in
a
timid
voice
outside
the
door
to
know
if
she
were
safe
within
;
and
being
answered
yes
,
and
bade
to
enter
,
would
take
his
station
on
a
low
stool
at
her
feet
,
and
sit
there
patiently
until
they
came
to
seek
,
and
take
him
home
.
Sure
as
the
morning
came
,
it
found
him
lingering
near
the
house
to
ask
if
she
were
well
;
and
,
morning
,
noon
,
or
night
,
go
where
she
would
,
he
would
forsake
his
playmates
and
his
sports
to
bear
her
company
.
‘
And
a
good
little
friend
he
is
,
too
,
’
said
the
old
sexton
to
her
once
.
‘
When
his
elder
brother
died
—
elder
seems
a
strange
word
,
for
he
was
only
seven
years
old
—
I
remember
this
one
took
it
sorely
to
heart
.
’
The
child
thought
of
what
the
schoolmaster
had
told
her
,
and
felt
how
its
truth
was
shadowed
out
even
in
this
infant
.
‘
It
has
given
him
something
of
a
quiet
way
,
I
think
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
‘
though
for
that
he
is
merry
enough
at
times
.
I
’
d
wager
now
that
you
and
he
have
been
listening
by
the
old
well
.
’
‘
Indeed
we
have
not
,
’
the
child
replied
.
‘
I
have
been
afraid
to
go
near
it
;
for
I
am
not
often
down
in
that
part
of
the
church
,
and
do
not
know
the
ground
.
’
‘
Come
down
with
me
,
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
I
have
known
it
from
a
boy
.
Come
!
’
They
descended
the
narrow
steps
which
led
into
the
crypt
,
and
paused
among
the
gloomy
arches
,
in
a
dim
and
murky
spot
.
‘
This
is
the
place
,
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
Give
me
your
hand
while
you
throw
back
the
cover
,
lest
you
should
stumble
and
fall
in
.
I
am
too
old
—
I
mean
rheumatic
—
to
stoop
,
myself
.
’
