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‘
Her
little
homely
dress
,
—
her
favourite
!
’
cried
the
old
man
,
pressing
it
to
his
breast
,
and
patting
it
with
his
shrivelled
hand
.
‘
She
will
miss
it
when
she
wakes
.
They
have
hid
it
here
in
sport
,
but
she
shall
have
it
—
she
shall
have
it
.
I
would
not
vex
my
darling
,
for
the
wide
world
’
s
riches
.
See
here
—
these
shoes
—
how
worn
they
are
—
she
kept
them
to
remind
her
of
our
last
long
journey
.
You
see
where
the
little
feet
went
bare
upon
the
ground
.
They
told
me
,
afterwards
,
that
the
stones
had
cut
and
bruised
them
.
She
never
told
me
that
.
No
,
no
,
God
bless
her
!
and
,
I
have
remembered
since
,
she
walked
behind
me
,
sir
,
that
I
might
not
see
how
lame
she
was
—
but
yet
she
had
my
hand
in
hers
,
and
seemed
to
lead
me
still
.
’
He
pressed
them
to
his
lips
,
and
having
carefully
put
them
back
again
,
went
on
communing
with
himself
—
looking
wistfully
from
time
to
time
towards
the
chamber
he
had
lately
visited
.
‘
She
was
not
wont
to
be
a
lie
-
abed
;
but
she
was
well
then
.
We
must
have
patience
.
When
she
is
well
again
,
she
will
rise
early
,
as
she
used
to
do
,
and
ramble
abroad
in
the
healthy
morning
time
.
I
often
tried
to
track
the
way
she
had
gone
,
but
her
small
footstep
left
no
print
upon
the
dewy
ground
,
to
guide
me
.
Who
is
that
?
Shut
the
door
.
Quick
!
—
Have
we
not
enough
to
do
to
drive
away
that
marble
cold
,
and
keep
her
warm
!
’
The
door
was
indeed
opened
,
for
the
entrance
of
Mr
Garland
and
his
friend
,
accompanied
by
two
other
persons
.
These
were
the
schoolmaster
,
and
the
bachelor
.
The
former
held
a
light
in
his
hand
.
He
had
,
it
seemed
,
but
gone
to
his
own
cottage
to
replenish
the
exhausted
lamp
,
at
the
moment
when
Kit
came
up
and
found
the
old
man
alone
.
He
softened
again
at
sight
of
these
two
friends
,
and
,
laying
aside
the
angry
manner
—
if
to
anything
so
feeble
and
so
sad
the
term
can
be
applied
—
in
which
he
had
spoken
when
the
door
opened
,
resumed
his
former
seat
,
and
subsided
,
by
little
and
little
into
the
old
action
,
and
the
old
,
dull
,
wandering
sound
.
Of
the
strangers
,
he
took
no
heed
whatever
.
He
had
seen
them
,
but
appeared
quite
incapable
of
interest
or
curiosity
.
The
younger
brother
stood
apart
.
The
bachelor
drew
a
chair
towards
the
old
man
,
and
sat
down
close
beside
him
.
After
a
long
silence
,
he
ventured
to
speak
.
‘
Another
night
,
and
not
in
bed
!
’
he
said
softly
;
‘
I
hoped
you
would
be
more
mindful
of
your
promise
to
me
.
Why
do
you
not
take
some
rest
?
’
‘
Sleep
has
left
me
,
’
returned
the
old
man
.
‘
It
is
all
with
her
!
’
‘
It
would
pain
her
very
much
to
know
that
you
were
watching
thus
,
’
said
the
bachelor
.
‘
You
would
not
give
her
pain
?
’
