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Opening
her
eyes
at
last
,
from
a
very
quiet
sleep
,
she
begged
that
they
would
kiss
her
once
again
.
That
done
,
she
turned
to
the
old
man
with
a
lovely
smile
upon
her
face
—
such
,
they
said
,
as
they
had
never
seen
,
and
never
could
forget
—
and
clung
with
both
her
arms
about
his
neck
.
They
did
not
know
that
she
was
dead
,
at
first
.
She
had
spoken
very
often
of
the
two
sisters
,
who
,
she
said
,
were
like
dear
friends
to
her
.
She
wished
they
could
be
told
how
much
she
thought
about
them
,
and
how
she
had
watched
them
as
they
walked
together
,
by
the
river
side
at
night
.
She
would
like
to
see
poor
Kit
,
she
had
often
said
of
late
.
She
wished
there
was
somebody
to
take
her
love
to
Kit
.
And
,
even
then
,
she
never
thought
or
spoke
about
him
,
but
with
something
of
her
old
,
clear
,
merry
laugh
.
For
the
rest
,
she
had
never
murmured
or
complained
;
but
with
a
quiet
mind
,
and
manner
quite
unaltered
—
save
that
she
every
day
became
more
earnest
and
more
grateful
to
them
—
faded
like
the
light
upon
a
summer
’
s
evening
.
The
child
who
had
been
her
little
friend
came
there
,
almost
as
soon
as
it
was
day
,
with
an
offering
of
dried
flowers
which
he
begged
them
to
lay
upon
her
breast
.
It
was
he
who
had
come
to
the
window
overnight
and
spoken
to
the
sexton
,
and
they
saw
in
the
snow
traces
of
small
feet
,
where
he
had
been
lingering
near
the
room
in
which
she
lay
,
before
he
went
to
bed
.
He
had
a
fancy
,
it
seemed
,
that
they
had
left
her
there
alone
;
and
could
not
bear
the
thought
.
He
told
them
of
his
dream
again
,
and
that
it
was
of
her
being
restored
to
them
,
just
as
she
used
to
be
.
He
begged
hard
to
see
her
,
saying
that
he
would
be
very
quiet
,
and
that
they
need
not
fear
his
being
alarmed
,
for
he
had
sat
alone
by
his
young
brother
all
day
long
when
he
was
dead
,
and
had
felt
glad
to
be
so
near
him
.
They
let
him
have
his
wish
;
and
indeed
he
kept
his
word
,
and
was
,
in
his
childish
way
,
a
lesson
to
them
all
.
Up
to
that
time
,
the
old
man
had
not
spoken
once
—
except
to
her
—
or
stirred
from
the
bedside
.
But
,
when
he
saw
her
little
favourite
,
he
was
moved
as
they
had
not
seen
him
yet
,
and
made
as
though
he
would
have
him
come
nearer
.
Then
,
pointing
to
the
bed
,
he
burst
into
tears
for
the
first
time
,
and
they
who
stood
by
,
knowing
that
the
sight
of
this
child
had
done
him
good
,
left
them
alone
together
.
Soothing
him
with
his
artless
talk
of
her
,
the
child
persuaded
him
to
take
some
rest
,
to
walk
abroad
,
to
do
almost
as
he
desired
him
.
And
when
the
day
came
on
,
which
must
remove
her
in
her
earthly
shape
from
earthly
eyes
for
ever
,
he
led
him
away
,
that
he
might
not
know
when
she
was
taken
from
him
.
They
were
to
gather
fresh
leaves
and
berries
for
her
bed
.
It
was
Sunday
—
a
bright
,
clear
,
wintry
afternoon
—
and
as
they
traversed
the
village
street
,
those
who
were
walking
in
their
path
drew
back
to
make
way
for
them
,
and
gave
them
a
softened
greeting
.
Some
shook
the
old
man
kindly
by
the
hand
,
some
stood
uncovered
while
he
tottered
by
,
and
many
cried
‘
God
help
him
!
’
as
he
passed
along
.
‘
Neighbour
!
’
said
the
old
man
,
stopping
at
the
cottage
where
his
young
guide
’
s
mother
dwelt
,
‘
how
is
it
that
the
folks
are
nearly
all
in
black
to
-
day
?
I
have
seen
a
mourning
ribbon
or
a
piece
of
crape
on
almost
every
one
.
’
She
could
not
tell
,
the
woman
said
.
