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‘
A
black
and
dreadful
place
!
’
exclaimed
the
child
.
‘
Look
in
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
pointing
downward
with
his
finger
.
The
child
complied
,
and
gazed
down
into
the
pit
.
‘
It
looks
like
a
grave
itself
,
’
said
the
old
man
.
‘
It
does
,
’
replied
the
child
‘
I
have
often
had
the
fancy
,
’
said
the
sexton
,
‘
that
it
might
have
been
dug
at
first
to
make
the
old
place
more
gloomy
,
and
the
old
monks
more
religious
.
It
’
s
to
be
closed
up
,
and
built
over
.
’
The
child
still
stood
,
looking
thoughtfully
into
the
vault
.
‘
We
shall
see
,
’
said
the
sexton
,
‘
on
what
gay
heads
other
earth
will
have
closed
,
when
the
light
is
shut
out
from
here
.
God
knows
!
They
’
ll
close
it
up
,
next
spring
.
’
‘
The
birds
sing
again
in
spring
,
’
thought
the
child
,
as
she
leaned
at
her
casement
window
,
and
gazed
at
the
declining
sun
.
‘
Spring
!
a
beautiful
and
happy
time
!
’
Aday
or
two
after
the
Quilp
tea
-
party
at
the
Wilderness
,
Mr
Swiveller
walked
into
Sampson
Brass
’
s
office
at
the
usual
hour
,
and
being
alone
in
that
Temple
of
Probity
,
placed
his
hat
upon
the
desk
,
and
taking
from
his
pocket
a
small
parcel
of
black
crape
,
applied
himself
to
folding
and
pinning
the
same
upon
it
,
after
the
manner
of
a
hatband
.
Having
completed
the
construction
of
this
appendage
,
he
surveyed
his
work
with
great
complacency
,
and
put
his
hat
on
again
—
very
much
over
one
eye
,
to
increase
the
mournfulness
of
the
effect
.
These
arrangements
perfected
to
his
entire
satisfaction
,
he
thrust
his
hands
into
his
pockets
,
and
walked
up
and
down
the
office
with
measured
steps
.
