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‘
To
be
to
you
what
you
were
once
to
him
,
’
cried
the
younger
,
falling
on
his
knee
before
him
;
‘
to
repay
your
old
affection
,
brother
dear
,
by
constant
care
,
solicitude
,
and
love
;
to
be
,
at
your
right
hand
,
what
he
has
never
ceased
to
be
when
oceans
rolled
between
us
;
to
call
to
witness
his
unchanging
truth
and
mindfulness
of
bygone
days
,
whole
years
of
desolation
.
Give
me
but
one
word
of
recognition
,
brother
—
and
never
—
no
never
,
in
the
brightest
moment
of
our
youngest
days
,
when
,
poor
silly
boys
,
we
thought
to
pass
our
lives
together
—
have
we
been
half
as
dear
and
precious
to
each
other
as
we
shall
be
from
this
time
hence
!
’
The
old
man
looked
from
face
to
face
,
and
his
lips
moved
;
but
no
sound
came
from
them
in
reply
.
‘
If
we
were
knit
together
then
,
’
pursued
the
younger
brother
,
‘
what
will
be
the
bond
between
us
now
!
Our
love
and
fellowship
began
in
childhood
,
when
life
was
all
before
us
,
and
will
be
resumed
when
we
have
proved
it
,
and
are
but
children
at
the
last
.
As
many
restless
spirits
,
who
have
hunted
fortune
,
fame
,
or
pleasure
through
the
world
,
retire
in
their
decline
to
where
they
first
drew
breath
,
vainly
seeking
to
be
children
once
again
before
they
die
,
so
we
,
less
fortunate
than
they
in
early
life
,
but
happier
in
its
closing
scenes
,
will
set
up
our
rest
again
among
our
boyish
haunts
,
and
going
home
with
no
hope
realised
,
that
had
its
growth
in
manhood
—
carrying
back
nothing
that
we
brought
away
,
but
our
old
yearnings
to
each
other
—
saving
no
fragment
from
the
wreck
of
life
,
but
that
which
first
endeared
it
—
may
be
,
indeed
,
but
children
as
at
first
.
And
even
,
’
he
added
in
an
altered
voice
,
‘
even
if
what
I
dread
to
name
has
come
to
pass
—
even
if
that
be
so
,
or
is
to
be
(
which
Heaven
forbid
and
spare
us
!
)
—
still
,
dear
brother
,
we
are
not
apart
,
and
have
that
comfort
in
our
great
affliction
.
’
By
little
and
little
,
the
old
man
had
drawn
back
towards
the
inner
chamber
,
while
these
words
were
spoken
.
He
pointed
there
,
as
he
replied
,
with
trembling
lips
.
‘
You
plot
among
you
to
wean
my
heart
from
her
.
You
never
will
do
that
—
never
while
I
have
life
.
I
have
no
relative
or
friend
but
her
—
I
never
had
—
I
never
will
have
.
She
is
all
in
all
to
me
.
It
is
too
late
to
part
us
now
.
’
Waving
them
off
with
his
hand
,
and
calling
softly
to
her
as
he
went
,
he
stole
into
the
room
.
They
who
were
left
behind
,
drew
close
together
,
and
after
a
few
whispered
words
—
not
unbroken
by
emotion
,
or
easily
uttered
—
followed
him
.
They
moved
so
gently
,
that
their
footsteps
made
no
noise
;
but
there
were
sobs
from
among
the
group
,
and
sounds
of
grief
and
mourning
.
For
she
was
dead
.
There
,
upon
her
little
bed
,
she
lay
at
rest
.
The
solemn
stillness
was
no
marvel
now
.
She
was
dead
.
No
sleep
so
beautiful
and
calm
,
so
free
from
trace
of
pain
,
so
fair
to
look
upon
.
She
seemed
a
creature
fresh
from
the
hand
of
God
,
and
waiting
for
the
breath
of
life
;
not
one
who
had
lived
and
suffered
death
.
