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He
started
up
,
and
listened
again
.
‘
Nor
that
?
’
he
cried
,
with
a
triumphant
smile
,
‘
Can
any
body
know
that
voice
so
well
as
I
?
Hush
!
Hush
!
’
Motioning
to
him
to
be
silent
,
he
stole
away
into
another
chamber
.
After
a
short
absence
(
during
which
he
could
be
heard
to
speak
in
a
softened
soothing
tone
)
he
returned
,
bearing
in
his
hand
a
lamp
.
‘
She
is
still
asleep
,
’
he
whispered
.
‘
You
were
right
.
She
did
not
call
—
unless
she
did
so
in
her
slumber
.
She
has
called
to
me
in
her
sleep
before
now
,
sir
;
as
I
have
sat
by
,
watching
,
I
have
seen
her
lips
move
,
and
have
known
,
though
no
sound
came
from
them
,
that
she
spoke
of
me
.
I
feared
the
light
might
dazzle
her
eyes
and
wake
her
,
so
I
brought
it
here
.
’
He
spoke
rather
to
himself
than
to
the
visitor
,
but
when
he
had
put
the
lamp
upon
the
table
,
he
took
it
up
,
as
if
impelled
by
some
momentary
recollection
or
curiosity
,
and
held
it
near
his
face
.
Then
,
as
if
forgetting
his
motive
in
the
very
action
,
he
turned
away
and
put
it
down
again
.
‘
She
is
sleeping
soundly
,
’
he
said
;
‘
but
no
wonder
.
Angel
hands
have
strewn
the
ground
deep
with
snow
,
that
the
lightest
footstep
may
be
lighter
yet
;
and
the
very
birds
are
dead
,
that
they
may
not
wake
her
.
She
used
to
feed
them
,
Sir
.
Though
never
so
cold
and
hungry
,
the
timid
things
would
fly
from
us
.
They
never
flew
from
her
!
’
Again
he
stopped
to
listen
,
and
scarcely
drawing
breath
,
listened
for
a
long
,
long
time
.
That
fancy
past
,
he
opened
an
old
chest
,
took
out
some
clothes
as
fondly
as
if
they
had
been
living
things
,
and
began
to
smooth
and
brush
them
with
his
hand
.
‘
Why
dost
thou
lie
so
idle
there
,
dear
Nell
,
’
he
murmured
,
‘
when
there
are
bright
red
berries
out
of
doors
waiting
for
thee
to
pluck
them
!
Why
dost
thou
lie
so
idle
there
,
when
thy
little
friends
come
creeping
to
the
door
,
crying
“
where
is
Nell
—
sweet
Nell
?
”
—
and
sob
,
and
weep
,
because
they
do
not
see
thee
.
She
was
always
gentle
with
children
.
The
wildest
would
do
her
bidding
—
she
had
a
tender
way
with
them
,
indeed
she
had
!
’
Kit
had
no
power
to
speak
.
His
eyes
were
filled
with
tears
.
