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It
was
an
old
man
with
long
grey
hair
,
whose
face
and
figure
as
he
held
the
light
above
his
head
and
looked
before
him
as
he
approached
,
I
could
plainly
see
.
Though
much
altered
by
age
,
I
fancied
I
could
recognize
in
his
spare
and
slender
form
something
of
that
delicate
mould
which
I
had
noticed
in
the
child
.
Their
bright
blue
eyes
were
certainly
alike
,
but
his
face
was
so
deeply
furrowed
and
so
very
full
of
care
,
that
here
all
resemblance
ceased
.
The
place
through
which
he
made
his
way
at
leisure
was
one
of
those
receptacles
for
old
and
curious
things
which
seem
to
crouch
in
odd
corners
of
this
town
and
to
hide
their
musty
treasures
from
the
public
eye
in
jealousy
and
distrust
.
There
were
suits
of
mail
standing
like
ghosts
in
armour
here
and
there
,
fantastic
carvings
brought
from
monkish
cloisters
,
rusty
weapons
of
various
kinds
,
distorted
figures
in
china
and
wood
and
iron
and
ivory
:
tapestry
and
strange
furniture
that
might
have
been
designed
in
dreams
.
The
haggard
aspect
of
the
little
old
man
was
wonderfully
suited
to
the
place
;
he
might
have
groped
among
old
churches
and
tombs
and
deserted
houses
and
gathered
all
the
spoils
with
his
own
hands
.
There
was
nothing
in
the
whole
collection
but
was
in
keeping
with
himself
nothing
that
looked
older
or
more
worn
than
he
.
As
he
turned
the
key
in
the
lock
,
he
surveyed
me
with
some
astonishment
which
was
not
diminished
when
he
looked
from
me
to
my
companion
.
The
door
being
opened
,
the
child
addressed
him
as
grandfather
,
and
told
him
the
little
story
of
our
companionship
.
‘
Why
,
bless
thee
,
child
,
’
said
the
old
man
,
patting
her
on
the
head
,
‘
how
couldst
thou
miss
thy
way
?
What
if
I
had
lost
thee
,
Nell
!
’
‘
I
would
have
found
my
way
back
to
you
,
grandfather
,
’
said
the
child
boldly
;
‘
never
fear
.
’
The
old
man
kissed
her
,
then
turning
to
me
and
begging
me
to
walk
in
,
I
did
so
.
The
door
was
closed
and
locked
.
Preceding
me
with
the
light
,
he
led
me
through
the
place
I
had
already
seen
from
without
,
into
a
small
sitting
-
room
behind
,
in
which
was
another
door
opening
into
a
kind
of
closet
,
where
I
saw
a
little
bed
that
a
fairy
might
have
slept
in
,
it
looked
so
very
small
and
was
so
prettily
arranged
.
The
child
took
a
candle
and
tripped
into
this
little
room
,
leaving
the
old
man
and
me
together
.
‘
You
must
be
tired
,
sir
,
’
said
he
as
he
placed
a
chair
near
the
fire
,
‘
how
can
I
thank
you
?
’
‘
By
taking
more
care
of
your
grandchild
another
time
,
my
good
friend
,
’
I
replied
.
‘
More
care
!
’
said
the
old
man
in
a
shrill
voice
,
‘
more
care
of
Nelly
!
Why
,
who
ever
loved
a
child
as
I
love
Nell
?
’
