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The
old
man
blessed
him
,
the
child
in
tears
replied
Good
night
,
and
Kit
was
again
alone
.
He
hurried
back
,
moved
by
what
he
had
heard
,
though
more
by
the
child
’
s
manner
than
by
anything
he
had
said
,
as
his
meaning
was
hidden
from
him
.
They
took
the
path
indicated
by
the
sexton
,
and
soon
arrived
before
the
parsonage
wall
.
Turning
round
to
look
about
them
when
they
had
got
thus
far
,
they
saw
,
among
some
ruined
buildings
at
a
distance
,
one
single
solitary
light
.
It
shone
from
what
appeared
to
be
an
old
oriel
window
,
and
being
surrounded
by
the
deep
shadows
of
overhanging
walls
,
sparkled
like
a
star
.
Bright
and
glimmering
as
the
stars
above
their
heads
,
lonely
and
motionless
as
they
,
it
seemed
to
claim
some
kindred
with
the
eternal
lamps
of
Heaven
,
and
to
burn
in
fellowship
with
them
.
‘
What
light
is
that
!
’
said
the
younger
brother
.
‘
It
is
surely
,
’
said
Mr
Garland
,
‘
in
the
ruin
where
they
live
.
I
see
no
other
ruin
hereabouts
.
’
‘
They
cannot
,
’
returned
the
brother
hastily
,
‘
be
waking
at
this
late
hour
—
’
Kit
interposed
directly
,
and
begged
that
,
while
they
rang
and
waited
at
the
gate
,
they
would
let
him
make
his
way
to
where
this
light
was
shining
,
and
try
to
ascertain
if
any
people
were
about
.
Obtaining
the
permission
he
desired
,
he
darted
off
with
breathless
eagerness
,
and
,
still
carrying
the
birdcage
in
his
hand
,
made
straight
towards
the
spot
.
It
was
not
easy
to
hold
that
pace
among
the
graves
,
and
at
another
time
he
might
have
gone
more
slowly
,
or
round
by
the
path
.
Unmindful
of
all
obstacles
,
however
,
he
pressed
forward
without
slackening
his
speed
,
and
soon
arrived
within
a
few
yards
of
the
window
.
He
approached
as
softly
as
he
could
,
and
advancing
so
near
the
wall
as
to
brush
the
whitened
ivy
with
his
dress
,
listened
.
There
was
no
sound
inside
.
The
church
itself
was
not
more
quiet
.
Touching
the
glass
with
his
cheek
,
he
listened
again
.
No
And
yet
there
was
such
a
silence
all
around
,
that
he
felt
sure
he
could
have
heard
even
the
breathing
of
a
sleeper
,
if
there
had
been
one
there
.
